It's Monday, and here's what's on my mind:
1. Peyton Manning, Quarterback for the Denver Broncos
Wow, this guy knows how to concentrate and how to work his craft. On Sunday, at age 38, and three years after what "should" have been career-ending spinal fusion surgery, Manning tossed his 509th scoring pass of his career, topping Brett Favre for the NFL's record for career touchdown passes.
Just imagine if the U.S. had a president like Peyton Manning. Good. Now, hold that thought until Item #3, below.
2. The Ironic Tendency for Me to Get What I Want Least
Last Friday evening, a slow night at my local Walgreen's, the pharmacist asked me if I would like to have a flu shot. I said "no, not tonight." Well, by Sunday evening, I had the flu. In life, we are drawn to whatever it is that we think about most. I think a lot about my money and my health. The net result is that I always feel a dollar short, and manage to get the flu two days after a pharmacist offers me a flu shot. The good news is, now that I've got the flu, I won't need to spend $50 on a vaccination of uncertain efficacy. So, I self-inoculated and saved money. That's free advice, by the way. You're welcome.
3. The Obama Administration's Brand New Pentagon Ebola SWAT Team
Here we go again. The Obama Administration mixes up metaphors, tactics, and the U.S. Constitution. SWAT (Special Weapons and Tactics) is a law enforcement acronym. For the people at the Pentagon (you know, the people who are supposed to fight wars overseas), the weapons that SWAT teams use are ho-hum, standard-issue gear. I mean, what's so special about a M-4 with a night scope and a flash suppressor? Heck, in Wisconsin, people hunt with better gear. Plus, SWAT teams do not exist to kick-in doors and take down achy, feverish, sniffling U.S. citizens with flu symptoms. Freeze! Get away from the snot! Drop that tissue and get down on your knees!
Hang on a minute; there's a heavy knocking at my front door. Geez, sounds like a battering ram ("dynamic entry tool" if you know the lingo). Can't they just text me? I promise to stay in bed.
4. Letter to the Editors of Columbia Magazine
It never takes more than a few pages of skimming for me to find something thought-provoking and exasperating in my new issue of Columbia Magazine (Columbia University's alumni publication)
October 20, 2014 (via e-mail)
Dear Editors of Columbia Magazine:
William L. Robbins '88BUS