The ties that bind
For the detective gene in all of us, there’s no better hobby than… wait for it… genealogy. Seriously. When there’s nothing else to, or lots, a bit of tree climbing will get the old endorphins moving in the bloodstream. And you will probably add another brick or two in your own personal wall.
This evening, using a complex combination of event programs, photo galleries and knowledge of ascending ancestors, I was able to prove that the girl who served me in a restaurant this summer was a cousin… of my cousin. Step back and view the event through a more open optic, she’s also my cousin. Technically, perhaps not, but in the greater scheme of things, those are “the threads that bind”. Community friendly-speak. In any case, I’m glad that I always tipped according to my means.
Schools are open. The bus seats are full, and the noise levels are WAY up. My world, for another year or so.
After loud protest, and a concerted effort to raise the attention level of parents in my milieu, the government might be ready to pull the plug on a proposed bill that would have gutted the population base of my school board. This is good news, coming into a new school year. The bill contained a whole set of restrictive changes to the careful language balance; I think this is the right move.
And in a salute to capitalism handcuffed to taxation, the price of gas rose almost a dime overnight; back up to $1.47 and bits. The next threshold (think three cents higher) is a giant psychological step for a profit-rich industry.
