By far the liveliest discussion ever to take place in any class I taught at Highlands had to do with our conception of proper punishment for sex offenders.
“They don’t make cars like they used to.” And to that, let us all say “amen.”
Except for times when we lived in apartments, dogs and cats have always been a big part of our lives. Not just our pets, but everybody else’s, it seems.
The problem with new-fangled inventions is their likelihood of being abused.
I’ve written ad infinitum about the gratuitous porn that shows up on my desktop at home and, if I’m not careful, within view of my three grandchildren, all of tender years.
Before very many people had cars, and w-a-y before gasoline spiked to $3.09 a gallon, running into people, sometimes literally, was unavoidable. Often the run-ins provoked challenges, or at least posturing, sometimes one of us having to yield sidewalk space to someone we met. Too often the encounters weren’t friendly. There were many challenges.