I think most cartoons have to be submitted several weeks prior to publication. It is probably coincidental that this comes on the heels of the unlamented death of the healthcare honcho but rather apropos in a noir-humor sort of way.
I never had to give too much thought about where my kids rode since I usually drove a pickup truck. I just always made sure they were securely strapped in when they rode with me.
When my oldest grandson was a kid and lived with me, he rode in the back seat until he was old enough and tall enough that his feet reached the floor when he was seated and belted in. That was one of his milestones for growth. ( He grew to be 6’ 3" )
We love our family and our frequent family get-togethers – for whatever excuse – are always filled with love, laughter, and lots of music.
However, my wife and I cherish those times when it’s just the two of us celebrating. We are looking forward to spending Christmas and New Year’s by ourselves this year.
Lest I forget, ¡Feliz Navidad! old friend. We too, will be spending a quiet, hopefully peaceful holiday sans familial get-togethers or fiestas. I’d hoped we could have escaped completely for the Christmas and New Year’s holidays but fate and family had other plans.
Still, as First Maite and I will be enjoying our holidays, we wish you peace, love, and tranquility of soul for yours.
I knew a Claims Adjuster who worked for a major health insurance company. He cynically had in his office a framed poster of Nancy Reagan with her famous slogan “Just Say No!”
Evangelical Christians and Jehovah’s Witnesses have an extremely strong following here in South America.
Part of the reason for their success is socio-political. The Roman Catholic Church – particularly the hierarchy – is viewed by many of the poor and working class as being part of the wealthy, politically conservative establishment – resistant to change and intent on keeping the status quo.
I was dining with a friend at a popular Florida restaurant, and we seemed to be waiting an inordinately long time for our food. When I politely inquired, the young waiter from Ireland whispered, “We’re having a meltdown in the kitchen. The chef’s gone all Gordon Ramsey on us!”
He suggested we try somewhere else while there was still time. We took his advice, paid for our drinks, left him a very generous tip, and went to a restaurant across the street. He saved us from what would have been a long, frustrating, and unsatisfactory dining experience.
I think most cartoons have to be submitted several weeks prior to publication. It is probably coincidental that this comes on the heels of the unlamented death of the healthcare honcho but rather apropos in a noir-humor sort of way.