Happy Halloween

 
Trick or treat

I look forward to taking my son out trick-or-treating every year. I have lots of Halloween memories, mostly happy, some sad . . .

One year — he was in kindergarten or 1st grade, I can’t remember which — I took him out and he was so excited, running from house to house . . .

As he was running back from one house, he slipped and fell right in front of a group of older kids. They were very nice, helped him up, asked if he was okay, which he was, but it really demoralized him.

A couple of houses later, he said he wanted to go home. I asked him if he felt bad about falling down in front of everybody and he said no, he was just tired and wanted to go home.

So I took him home.

He’s 11 now and tonight he and his friends decided they wanted to go trick-or-treating by themselves.

I stayed home and softly closed another door . . .

I Love the BCA!

 

The Black Coaches Association (BCA) is about to issue grades to colleges and universities on their minority hiring practices:

The BCA asked each of the 28 schools that had job openings during the past year to complete a form that was analyzed by an outside firm. Any school that does not complete a form receives an F.

At USC, our traditional football rivalries are with UCLA and Notre Dame. Both of these schools have black head coaches and we kick their tails every year.

Last year’s scores:

USC 47, UCLA 22
USC 45, Notre Dame 14

More black head coaches!

Fight On!

The Flintstone Nickel

 
Lewis and Clark nickel

I found this amongst some pocket change . . . a new entry in the Lewis and Clark Westward Journey nickel series. According to the U.S. Mint web site, the design depicts a 55-foot keelboat with Captains Lewis and Clark in full uniform in the bow.

I can make this out on the enlarged image, but on an actual nickel — maybe it’s my failing eyesight, but the only feature I can see clearly is the sail, which to me looks just like one of those brontosaurus burgers that tips over the Flintstones’ car at the drive-in . . .

Temptation

 

It’s tough to eat healthy . . .

I usually buy a fruit smoothie for lunch, but as I was telling my wife, to get from the parking lot to the smoothie shop, I have to walk by the taco shop, the pizza shop, the sub shop and the doughnut shop, all with the doors open so you can smell everything.

“Why can’t you just eat normal food?” she says.

Into the Digital Abyss

 

The Globe and Mail reports that a “small but determined group of computer geeks [is] trying to translate open-source software into African languages, in an effort to reach the continent most isolated by the digital divide.”

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The Family Lawyer

 

It’s taking a long time for our beverages to arrive at El Cholo, one of our favorite dining establishments. (Try the Sonora-Style Enchilada.)

“The drinks are taking a long time,” my wife says.

“Yeah,” my son agrees. “Drinks are supposed to come fast. I’m going to file a complaint.”

“Who are you going to file a complaint with?” I ask.

“Grandma Sylvia . . . she’s a lawyer.”

I Feel Safer Already

 

Spirit-crushing foolishness from my candidate, John Kerry. The nation is trying to figure out how to fight global terrorism and he’s talking about having ‘not just a Department of Health and Human Services, but a Department of Wellness.’ How about a Department of F***ing Perspective?

The Blog of Anne Frank

 

. . . everything can be taken from a man except one thing: the last of the human freedoms–to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.

— Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning

In spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.

— Anne Frank

On this date — September 2 — in 1944, Anne Frank was among 1,019 people on the 68th and last train from Holland to Auschwitz. Anne and others hiding with her had been betrayed and captured a month before and held in the Westerbork detention center.

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Hollywood Confidential

 
Celebrity
Tom Cruise says wife number three has to be funny, honest

As opposed to the rest of us, who would be looking for humorless liars, if we weren’t still hanging in there with our first wives.

I ask you — who is stupider: Tom Cruise or the people whose job it is to follow him around and write this crap down?