Whenever a serious issue impacts our nation, Congress usually gathers for briefings in what is called a classified setting. Sensitive information is then shared by Executive Branch officials. The topics range from national security issues to details about ongoing investigations of individuals, but at all times, we are reminded that the information discussed is to be considered classified.
A friend of mine works part-time at a hardware store. He is retired from several other careers, but continues to enjoy helping people with retail service. Recently, he kindly offered to give me some hosta plants from his home. As I drove through his neighborhood looking for his address, I suspected his house was the one flying the large American flag.
I have an old scale in my bathroom. Every now and then I have to adjust it so that the needle sets directly on zero. Otherwise, I really don’t like what it says, and I have enough weighing on me.
As I drove to my Washington office earlier this week, I passed Arlington National Cemetery. I looked out over the white, orderly headstones that are so gently nestled within the green rolling hills, and I thought of the men and women who have given their lives in service to our country. My own grandfather, who was killed in World War II, is buried there.
Last Sunday I heard a story from a Nebraska veteran who had been wounded in Vietnam and spent time recovering in a hospital along Vietnam’s coast. He didn’t give me many details, except to say that his injuries were not as severe as other persons there. Others had lost limbs or been immobilized from combat.
This past winter, my family acquired two chicks to raise in our backyard for their eggs. As they grew past the fledgling stage of their development, I thought I should double-check to determine whether or not the chickens were in fact maturing into hens. I brushed off my old 4-H poultry judging skills and made an interesting discovery that one of the chickens was actually a rooster!
Around this time of year I receive many invitations to graduation parties, primarily through my children. Although high school is more and more remote for me, graduation remains an important milestone, one that marks a transition from late childhood to young adulthood, with so many responsibilities and opportunities.
A probable act of terrorism is once again dominating the news. Following the Russian airliner that was bombed out of Egypt’s skies several months ago, reports appeared yesterday about the downing of an Egyptian plane, this one carrying 66 people from Paris to Cairo.
When I was a younger man, I owned a rear-wheel drive Ford Bronco II. I loved that little truck, but negotiating winter conditions could be tough.
I met a business owner recently who had appeared on an interesting television show called Undercover Boss. Perhaps you have seen it. The program is quite engaging and very human. The Chief Executive Officers (CEO) of major companies go undercover as employees. They participate in the gritty work of building things, cleaning up, working the phones, and performing basic administrative tasks.