Wow, what a terribly sad Father’s Day. I still can’t get over what happened in
Orlando. And, there’s nothing I could
write here not that I didn’t already say here, here, here and here. But, another week has gone by, I write a
(mostly) weekly blog, and it’s all I can think of. I guess this is due to expanded media
coverage. I guess this is due to
late-night pundits taking time out of their (usually) funny shows to address
the 800-pound gorilla in the room (that story too has run its course…too
soon?). And, then you had a 2-year-old
drowned in a terrible accident on Disney’s property by an animal just being itself
(last count was 5 euthanized (read: dead) alligators to determine if they were
the responsibly party).
It’s a sad way to go into the true beginning of summer. So, here’s my hope list for the next 2 ½ months. It’s what I’d like to believe will happen…in
fortune cookie form:
May common sense gun legislation guide you to fewer
unnecessary deaths.
Confucius say: bird in the hand is better than lit fireworks
(re: Pierre Paul of the NY Giants).
Lucky numbers: 7 remaining fingers.
May your summer vacation luggage follow you to your final
destination. Unlucky numbers: A320, 707, A380, 737, 727, etc.
May the sand stay on the beach, and not in your swimsuit. (Learn to speak Chinese: irritation, 刺激 (Cìjī))
A wise man said: “Looking at cleavage is like looking at the sun. Ya get a sense of it and then you look away.” #WWJSD
You will be successful in business or become a successful Republican nominee, but probably not both, or even either…in bed.
“Bern-ing” bridges you have yet to cross is a poor policy when needing to move forward.
Finish what you start with accuracy and expediency to avoid becoming a casualty in your own book. What is dead shall never die. Lucky numbers: Hodor.
When life distracts you from your phone, it may be time to hang up.
If you're "one in a million," there are then 1,357 people identical to you in China (and 1,252 in India).
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