* Still a favorite song title: “All My Ex’s Live In Texas.”
* I recently watched the Ken Burns’ documentary on country music. It was, no surprise, informative, superbly edited and empathetic about values and roots, romantic love and heartbreak. I also found out that a lot of popular songs were written on the fly, often on the backs of envelopes. That thought was with me when I recently went to the Florida Eye Institute for a laser procedure. I had some envelopes and spare time while waiting. Here’s what resulted.
“The eyes, as we’ve seen, always open our world. But sometimes we see too much.
“When that world becomes a deep MAGA mine, you just might wish you were blind.”
And why stop there?
“I never have been to a book burnin,’ but if I change my mind,
“I’ll be sure to bring the ‘Art of the Deal’ and enjoy how that would feel.”
Then came the glaucoma laser.
* Remember when “You look great!” didn’t mean “for your age.”
* Roofing reality: First thing to do after a new roof goes on: Check for nails. A flat tire shouldn’t be part of the overhead.
* Whatever happened to the subjunctive mood? If I were (not was) still an English teacher, I’d feel like a linguistic alien or the victim of a societal lexicon-job.
* Generational change: Fact-checking will soon be a college major.