The New York Mets will only improve when they stop being a waystation for every marginal Triple-A player or an antique veteran with fading skills. The Mets crave value, but they waste more time, energy and most importantly money, for that value. They need to improve their minor league system, and produce solid players ready to play in the big leagues. Avoid most veterans, they have tired arms and slow bats. The Atlanta Braves have the right formula. The Mets only need to copy what works.
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What an experience Summer is at this point, as July ends and August begins. Everything is at it’s height of intensity. We are all saturated with the season, and now on to one more shining month. The heat, the flowers and all that color, the humid air, and the crowds at the beach spark our senses. The energy is welcome.
Only two minutes and thirteen seconds long, the song “Little Martha” sticks with you. Duane Allman composed the song after seeing Jimi Hendrix in a dream coming out of the clouds playing the melody. Now that is a real double dose of creative input, one worldly, one otherworldly. The song stuck in Duane’s head, and is still sticking around forty-seven years after his death.
I hope the Democrats in this country are not trusting the same pollsters who predicted that Hillary Clinton would be president. These midterm elections could throw them for a loop. Money in the pocket far outweighs President Trump’s romantic indiscretions. I believe many Democrats have no desire to impeach President Trump. They too have more money in their pockets. The economy is growing, and everyone benefits.
Facebook and my family and friends left me in the dust many years ago. Thankfully, I never got the hang of all that posting and following. I never posted a picture of myself. Not knowing everything, about everybody I know, everyday, is a blessing. I respect their privacy even if they don’t.
Retirement, the final frontier. Can’t be that bad, but the word creeps with foreboding. I am not prepared as well for retirement than other folks. They played their cards well. Still working on it. Still working. Not worried, only accepting of my fate. I will be working right up to the end. If well enough, I will be able to take the job to dig my own grave.
Happy Birthday, Mom
I think back on this July Fourth to July 4, 1976. I was standing in the room where the Declaration of Independence was adopted exactly two hundred years before. In the forty-two years to today, I cannot remember one day when there wasn’t discourse, argument, or protracted hostility in this great nation- not one day. The founding fathers fought constantly amongst themselves. They made certain to craft a constitution that would allow for human nature’s opposing views. Those who despair that the present time in our country is horribly unprecedented, are too timid for the debate. The Constitution invites you all out into the light. Happy Fourth of July!
The comic book movies, notably Marvel’s line-up, rake in huge revenues. Smashing records, one after the other, these films saturate our theatres. Actors and actresses are now their comic book characters. Henry Cavill is Superman. Henry named his dog Kal-El, Superman’s real name. Scarlett Johansson is Black Widow. She has been her character for eight years now. Benedict Cumberbatch is a great actor, but his character, Doctor Strange, may be getting the better of him. Chris Evans, Jeremy Renner, Robert Downey Jr. are sinking fast into the comic sea. Hell, even Gwyneth Paltrow is now, these many years after her best actress Oscar, Pepper Potts. I cannot think of any serious roles these actors and actresses can be linked to that stick in our minds. They are paid well for their comic book roles, and the movies promoted beyond belief. However, it hurts to see these talented performers doing less, not more to elevate their art. On to the next Comic Con! One bright note, Henry’s dog still has his dignity.
Yesterday, small groups of people marked the one year anniversary of Donald Trump’s election by forming circles and screaming at the sky. I think the time was twelve noon. A silly, childish exercise that only reaffirmed President Trump’s legitimacy. Real people with real problems voted for Trump. Trump offered real solutions. People circling and screaming at the sky cannot be taken seriously. Since that election, the economy has strengthened as the business world gained a newfound confidence. They had been searching eight years for something to lift them out of the doldrums. The business world is filled with stark realities. The business world knows they have a friend in President Trump. Small groups of people were screaming yesterday; most everyone else was working.