As expected, it was a festive bus ride in this morning. However, it was not without its one element of negativity expressed by this lady’s comment amidst the jubilation: “People say he happy. He ain’t happy. He got a funeral to go to before he go to the White House.” |
Here’s an interesting website posting: Inspired by the genuine progress of this country, I created this typographic mashup of the history of slavery, racism, and the progress of African Americans.
I have never understood what a “wrongful death” claim was all about—I mean what’s a rightful death? Self-defense, maybe?—but with yet another husband probably killing yet another wife in North Carolina and thinking he will be the one who finally gets away with murder, I was compelled to look it up in wikipedia.
I have been putting it off—choosing instead to spend some time on the great river in Egypt—but I finally opened my latest investment statement. Change in portfolio value this year: -$60,665.04
At the very end of dancing tonight, while dancing with Carl, at the very end of a two-step, I twisted my knee excruciatingly. Not fun.