Old white guy living in South-central Texas.
At some point in my life, long ago, I started reading obituaries, and very early on I was impressed by the number of Hispanic men whose service for this country was proudly listed, and whose photo was of them in the uniform of this country.
Imagine a roll of pennies stretching from the San Antonio Riverwalk to the Red River along Interstate 35, with one penny scratched with the letter “X” and inserted at random into the roll. Your chance of pulling the penny with the X out of that roll is about equal to your chances of winning the Powerball Lottery. So buy those lottery tickets. It’s voluntary taxation.
He’s everywhere, he’s everywhere. Or at least he was 40 to 50 years ago.
Why would we want to fight those guys?
I’m guessing a bunch of stuff gets stolen, and they get marooned. But I could be wrong.
When I first brought my rescue dog home to the Texas Hill Country from the kennel, she was emaciated, and suffered from demodectic mange. Without going into detail, she was a mess, and until she recovered, every time I took her outside to do her business the vultures that frequent the skies there circled down to investigate. I did not leave her alone outside until the vultures no longer were interested. Pleased to report she put on weight, her skin healed up, and she is fit and healthy.
If you’re a lifeguard, the “doing absolutely nothing” part of Mike’s ideal job description can get someone killed, either yourself of someone else. People disappear under the surface of a lake while you’re not paying attention. People grab you and pull you under as you go about blissfully unawares of the fact they are in trouble. People cause accidents while you ignore them running on the pool deck or pushing others into the water, including non-swimmers. I’m glad that reference to “lifeguard” was not Lynn’s.
I just brought my 2 dogs back from the dog park, where they were reliving Snoopy’s puppyhood with the other dogs at the park. It’s still a thing.
Faint heart never won fair lady. Nor did fainting. Or feinting, for that matter.
I have a 15 month old puppy who is 1/4 Lab, and a swimming pool. I used to get upset when he got in the pool, now I just dry him off. I think parenthood is like that. You learn not to sweat the small stuff. No sense getting high blood pressure over something that’s going to repeat, repeat, repeat. Besides, in my case, it gives me a chance to be close to him and speak softly. In Luann’s case, it creates a learning opportunity at (now) an nearly adult level. It can be a good thing, assuming it’s not a really bad thing.