I’m not sure where you stand on this issue, but I think it may be the issue of our times. We have been gaslighted. I touched on it last week, but the weather patterns have solidified my position on this matter. Forget Trump, Biden and all the politicians, the biggest gaslighting in the history of the world has to be Punxsutawney Phil. That dude is a straight up liar. This is not six more weeks of winter and I for one advocate targeted military strikes on that buck-toothed dude. Are drugs that bad in this country that we can’t take a few days off from blowing up drug boats and instead hunt down this lying little weasel?
Anyway, can’t we all get along enough to get this done before they shut down the government again? Let’s unite.
Foley passed on a column “attaboy” last week. He said it went something like this from an “80ish” year old lady reader.
“I always get a chuckle or two out of his column. I don’t know where he comes up with his ideas. Probably on misspent youth.”
“Older” female is my primary demographic, to be honest. If I had hair, I’d sit with them at the beauty shop and visit and get my hair dyed blue just for funsies.
The 75+ female is a fascinating study in evolution. Most of them have somehow changed their stripes as life moves on. These ladies were once young and did young stuff. Probably stood on a table or two and wore short shorts that said “Pink” on the back. Smoke, drank and dirty danced and now they have transformed into “grandma” status that includes some renewed virtue that has washed away a past of debauchery, and I find it fascinating and remain a bit jealous. Anyway, I’ve digressed.
I can assure this reader that if there was any part of my life that was misspent it was certainly not my youth. The rest, I can’t say the same for.
Come to think of it, I think torture would be ok for Punxsutawney Phil. Let’s capture that critter and make him listen to Attorney General Pam Bondi’s congressional testimony on repeat. That should teach him a lesson.
Foley is pretty smart with his column motivation. He found out early on that I am super sensitive to negative input about my written words, and he doesn’t pass that on much anymore. My only fuel is “attaboys” and he’s figured that out. Running a newspaper is kind of like coaching T-Ball. I’d say. His column management is mostly about whether he puts me or Kamler in right field each week.
I’m not going to lie. I thought I was a surprisingly good pitcher at T-Ball and still a little ticked off that I didn’t get more shots to take the hill as a five-year-old. I’m assuming my coaches just didn’t see the potential.
Opening Day arrives in less than 30 days. The eternal hope of spring can be seen from here. Hang in there.
(Guy Speckman can be reached at the local beauty shops)
