F*ck You and Other Terms of Endearment

I quit drinking almost thirteen maybe fourteen years ago. Not too long thereafter, a year maybe two, I quit smoking. About that same time, I quit sleeping. I am not suggesting they are connected but then I don't believe in coincidence or Karma either. Regardless, it never fails to amaze me how many deep, impactful thoughts spin through your brain at 0200 are just dumb at 0700. But dumb or not... I think I will share them: Have you noticed just how bad the fat orange clown in the Oval is at math? Simple math , not that physics stuff that nobody is good at. The man can't count from one to eight over a thirteen-to-fifteen-minute time span  (the average time consumed in playing one hole of golf) and remember which number he is on. I'm happy that he can recall a toaster on his cognitive test, but I do find his inability to count past five while riding in a golf cart very disturbing. I played a fair amount of tournament golf in my life, and I could keep my, as well my opponents ...

It’s Not the Same I am the kind of person who believes that buying a blank journal will solve all problems.     I have no less than a dozen, maybe 20, blank books.    I use them for a variety of things, including to-do lists, poetry, prose, stories, and all kinds of other things.        They do pretty much solve all problems.  Except this one: Imagine having this conversation with someone.    Person A:     I can’t believe that you don’t care about what is happening in the country and the world right now.  Person B:    Well, I am in a position that none of the things that are happening impact me personally.   This is where I would likely go off on Person B because, surely they have people in the world they love that are impacted by it all right?     And if they do, do they not care about their loved one’s futures?     Do they care more about their politics tha...

  I've been considering this whole blogger thing, and I have reached some decisions... I am not nearly as creative (nor profane) as Jo Jo from Jersey... I love her Joyce Vance and Barb McQuade, are so damn smart, they just amaze me George Conway just knows stuff and I admire his honesty  There are others, many others,  So, I sat there staring at my keyboard knowing that I have surrendered how much I despise the guy defiling the Resolute Desk in the Oval to Jo Jo, I can never do what she does as well as she does it. I'm aware that Im pretty smart (and DL is just crazy smart) but Joyce and Barb are the Sisters in Law! come on, my best smarts day ends where they go, "I'm having a really bad day, but I'll muddle through. So, George Conway came to mind, we both have ex-wives, so far so good, mine is one of the most thoughtful, kindest, caring, empathetic humans anywhere , and on top of that she is beautiful, not to mention a world class Mom and Universally accepted as a...

  If I may, I have no idea where to start let alone how to finish this blog. Dr, Bauman, a professor of mine in college knew of my love of writing and told me "Have a well-structured and confident opening sentence and a rough idea what the last sentence will be ... then fill in the space between the two" Dr. Baumann and I had a commonality, during an early class a student asked, as we were discussing the sociological impact of growing up in a large city v. small town asked " How large is Phoenix anyway" (he was from Brooklyn) . Now this was pre google and Dr Baumanns answer was " it's somewhere between New York and What Cheer, go look it up". I laughed loudly, he looked at me over the top of his glasses and said, " Mr. Findlay, you find my instructions amusing? " To which I said, "Dr there are about 200 people in this class and I guarantee you I'm the only one that knows where and for that matter what, What Cheer is " He looked ...

I am sitting at my computer on a Saturday listening to a football game as I fill out yet another form for the State of Iowa. It is a month before the  election, and I have never wished with such fervor for a beer commercial as I do at this moment. I implore everyone: stop donating to politicians, they are just going to run out and spend it on TV ads that are much more fable than fact and are completely disconnected from reality. I can't wait for this to end. As an aside: if you are in the least curious as to why the English language has lost all attachment to Shakespearean melodic prose and has adopted tasteless Trumpian Blatant Bullshit as the norm... just listen to political ads. In the midst of all the absolutely inane verbiage, one ad stood out above all others, and it wasn't for a candidate but a plea for the government to fix the unholy mess TV, Colleges and the NCAA have made of college athletics. A subject near and dear to my heart. My father my father-in-law, my brothe...