We can fly a man to the moon, build electric cars and semi conquer a pandemic, yet we still must use passwords. I hope to be a senior citizen someday and I can barely handle my password life as a 56-year-old. I’m scared of what might become of my digital life at 65 and beyond, if I have to continue to remember and maintain password lists.
Let’s get a task force or committee on this pronto.
A buddy texted me some pics of the scene from Creekside Development entertainment scene on Saturday night and the place was banging. A little live music, a little bocce ball and a lot of people seemingly in their happy spot.
The development was configured and planned to maximize the livability and entertainment aspect for both the residents of the development as well as visitors and from all reviews I have heard, it is delivering on both counts.
The area is fast becoming a go-to spot for young and old alike.
I’ve never played bocce ball. Apparently, it was played as far back as 5200 BC, which is a couple of years before Foley started running The Landmark. According to history, the game was prohibited from play by anyone less than a noble in 1319 AD because it was feared that it took too much time away from practical endeavors and military training, kind of like TikTok today.
Anyway, they started letting normal peasants play again around 1519 AD and now it has progressed to being played by Platte County parents sporting a slight buzz, again probably jeopardizing the productive use of time, but what the heck.
I’m not sure who establishes if you’re a “noble” in 2023. Have to ask someone other than me. Probably a permit or something to fill out at the license bureau or assessor’s office. Ask them.
My wife and I celebrated our 35th wedding anniversary this weekend. I know she’s a lucky gal. Anyway, what I’ve learned in 35 years of married life is that 35 years ago, she and I ruined a bunch of people’s Memorial Day weekend plans. We were 21-years-old and never even considered that people weren’t dying to be at our wedding that weekend, so Memorial Day weekend it was. In retrospect, I suspect a bunch of those invitations were greeted with exasperated sighs. Live and learn. I’ll have my next wedding on a random Tuesday afternoon or something.
We celebrated by traveling to Jefferson City on Sunday to tour the old Missouri Penitentiary. Prison, marriage, insert your own joke here. The tour was interesting. I’d go in the next year or so because I’m guessing they will eventually tear that thing down. Much of it is already gone, but the original cell blocks and much of the boundary walls are still intact and it’s fascinating to stand inside those walls and imagine that life. Once you stand inside the musty old buildings, it’s hard to forget the smell or imagine the smell when the place was full of grown men with limited shower access.
The tour takes two hours, is a cheap $25 and it’s very informal. I’d recommend it but tread easy on using it as an anniversary gift, not everyone can pull that off, you gotta have some built-in SWAG for that feat.
(Guy Speckman can be reached at mail call at the Missouri State Penitentiary)