This blog is celebrating its seventh birthday. From a suggestion, It came to be. My FB posts were like blog posts. I no longer share blog posts with FB. However, still share with Twitter.
There have been challenges to blogging this summer. My wife’s health issues, most of all. For now, she is on the mend, taking everything in stride. The vertebral compression fracture, which wasn’t at first discovered, gives her the most discomfort.
Something I didn’t need, was an attempt by miscreants to hijack my computer. A sinister-looking red screen, fake error message, having to do with my browser, a toll-free number to call. Their goal–it didn’t get that far–to hold my accounts hostage. I stopped this lunacy with hard shut downs of my PC.
Why was I paying for internet security? It didn’t seem to be working. The laptop was attacked last night. Shut downs were more difficult. I had to take the battery out of its compartment each time. I’ve since changed browsers. So far, so good.
I’m just wild about Barry
Not really, no I’m not
I’m just wild about Barry
Show me what you’ve got
I’m just wild about Barry?
TD, TS, Category one?
I’m just wild about Barry–Not
Whatever you turn out to be
You’ll run, when you’ve had your fun
Tropical shirt tails flapping in the breeze
After knocking the coast on its knees
Today, July 9, was designated “Cow Appreciation Day” by none other than Chick-Fil-A, the popular fast-food restaurant and Mc Donald’s rival.
Nearly everyone has seen their advertising campaign, featuring black and white cows, holding up “Eat Mor Chikin” signs. Cows weren’t expected to know proper grammar and spelling.
Customers were encouraged to wear cow costumes to the restaurant. Depending on their ages, participants were rewarded with free entrees or kid’s meals
Rather than humans in cow costumes, how about some pictures of real cows? From my farmer friend, Craig Roberts, real cows outstanding in their fields.
A You Tube car guru I follow, recently opined that it was incorrect to regard the late Lee Iacocca as a hero. He presided over, was ultimately responsible, for development and marketing of some unremarkable cars, while at the helm of Chrysler and Ford, that should just as well have been forgotten.
My car guru friend did make a point with which I agreed. Many of those that never said anything positive about Mr. Iacocca when he was alive, were now pouring on accolades.
While it may be inaccurate to call Mr. Iacocca a hero, it is also inaccurate to only regard the negative, in Mr. Iacocca’s long career at Ford and Chrysler.
Negativity seems to be more compelling these days than positivity. Unlike in the cosmos, where negativity/positivity are in balance. Accepted social mores are torn apart daily by PC claptrap. Respected public figures, past and present, are subjected to constant negativity-fests.
It’s ultimately our choice whether to be positive or negative. I choose to look at the good things done by Mr. Iacocca. He brought Chrysler Corporation back from extinction. How it was done could be debated.
What were his lasting legacies in the automotive world? The Mustang is still the most popular pony car. The Chrysler minivan and various clones are still around. Chrysler Corporation didn’t die–even though it was absorbed by Fiat–at the US Government’s insistence.
Tomorrow is July 4th. No mystery to anyone. I’m a live and let live guy. I don’t bother anyone, and, in turn, don’t expect to be bothered. I volunteer when things are needed in the neighborhood.
Fireworks are legal in my area. There will be sounds of fireworks for at least the next five nights. Why does that matter? I’m a pet owner, and my dog will be terrified by noise for the duration.
It’s so bad in this neighborhood, I’ve left the area during the holiday. There was noise there, too. Just not as bad. Spent firework casings found in the yard upon my return, made me think ill of my neighbors.
The thought of something landing on my roof, and my house catching fire is quite unnerving. Discharge of firearms is the worst danger. There will be lives lost, injuries, due to celebrations gone wrong. Everyone, celebrate and please be safe!