Opinions

There is something exhilarating about facing tough odds while being in a hostile environment. Imagine heading on the road to play a college football game in Tuscaloosa or Baton Rouge after dark. Some might say the toughest place to be is at the Thanksgiving table as the only Conservative in the mix.

One of the great joys in life is finding that which is lost.

There are times when Life moves along at a pretty predictable pace--so much so that you get rocked into some sort of complacency about the goodness which surrounds you. When immersed in this complacency, you have time to look at that greener grass growing next door, or those Joneses who are retired and having a fabulous time in Hawaii, or that dear friend’s Christmas card where every relative is either a Harvard lawyer, found the cure for cancer, performed in the U.S. Olympics or painted a mural for the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

I am delighted to report that my mother has come around. I have been lobbying my mother for months to take pity on a little red squirrel who had acquired a great fondness for her, demonstrating his devotion by digging up all her flowerpots and gazing at her for minutes at a time through the window. My mother spent the summer shooing him off the deck and telling him to “scram” when she saw him through the window.