Occupy your local Wall Street
Friday night: giggle time at my house. Ron James is on, doing what he does so well. Not exactly sarcasm, but he does know how to make the words come out in exactly the right order. Where else do you find a “real life” application for that stupid math question about two trains heading toward one another? Just sayin’…
Today is Day One for the latest iPhone, but there is no joy in our house. Bell lost the order.
Took a bunch of grapes to school today (I did mention that I work in a disaffected elementary school building). Or is it ineffective? Leave that for later. Turns out that it is the perfect snack food. Bite-sized. Moist. Nutritious (that matters, when you get to a certain age). Cost effective. Replaces peanuts, and the allergic are saved for another day. I deserve brownie points.
The Occupy Wall Street movement is coming to a town near you. The money stays right where it is, but those who don’t have any are welcome to come and commiserate. Do ya think the rich care? If it doesn’t show up on their stock ticker, they may not even know that someone cares. One thing you can bet on: the protesters aren’t the ones keeping that balloon farm afloat. Oh sure, the taxpayer will be there to keep the banks solvent, but stock prices depend on a completely different set of variables.
Actually, there was a happy moment in the news. Three fishermen have been found, after forty years. No reflection on the Coast Guard. They were stars on a postcard that continues to sell well, and some astute journalist has tracked down the “who, what, when and where”. Don’t ask why.
