The Sunday Paper: Chapter 14
It’s a lovely Sunday morning (barely), as I type these words, and here are a few of the eye-grabbing headlines I picked up in my local paper. The print version.
A-Section
Wonder if that guy who owns this paper could give these folks a loan.
Sure, let’s privatize everything. What could go wrong?
I would rather eat my own vomit than … $28 million????
Meanwhile, in lovely Cornwall.
Sunday Opinion
I’ll never really understand any of this shit.
Outlook
Immigration: the Broadway Musical Movie. I couldn’t embed the link (despite repeated attempts to perform this normally simple task) for reasons I can’t begin to imagine, so here: https://www.washingtonpost.com/outlook/2021/06/11/in-the-heights-immigration/
Ransomware: myths you may or may not have about it. Yep, here we go again! 🙂 https://www.washingtonpost.com/outlook/five-myths/five-myths-about-ransomware/2021/06/10/b1e00344-c8b1-11eb-81b1-34796c7393af_story.html
Sports
Let’s go Nats! We’ll take what we can get.
Business
Solving a worker shortage by paying them more? Imagine!
Instead of spending money on this, shouldn’t we be focusing on this?
Arts & Style
I really truly am hoping this lives up to its hype.
Book World
I’d be interested in this one, if I hadn’t previously obsessed over Montgomery Clift and his “special relationship” with Liz Taylor when I was in my early 20s.
This one, though, has distinct possibilities.
Travel
On, Wisconsin! This sounds freaking awesome.
Magazine
I’ll admit, I really admire Bob Dole. Some things about him, anyway.
I simply must read this woman’s book.
I’m sorry. My attention span is now less than that of gnat. But I promise to read this article or try to over the next few days nights.
Okay. This is a true story. I was sitting and reading this column and I heard a buzzing sound. I thought it might be a bee, because my husband had been on the porch, then came in, but he wasn’t home just then.
So, I’m anxiously looking ‘round for a bee and I saw what I thought was a big old cicada. Now, I’m thinking don’t disturb the cicada, because maybe he’ll fly across the room. I don’t know what I was thinking, because cicadas won’t hurt humans. Maybe they hurt others. I don’t know what they eat.
The point is I finally crept up on the thing. And, as I approached, it seemed to get oddly thinner. Eventually, I realized it was the strike plate in the doorway to the lower level of our place.
And it didn’t turn out to be a bee. It was a gnat.
Which just goes to show, you really shouldn’t get worked up about things until you learn the facts.
BTW, Gene, I’m enough of a researcher to be able to determine without resort to a locksmith that I was probably looking at a strike plate. Maybe.
Finally, The Funnies
Hmm. I find ideas everywhere.
And since my latest novel is about a female veteran.
Seems fitting. 🙂
BTW, have I mentioned that novel here? Ever? 🙂
This is also true.
LATE UPDATE:
I was wrong about the gnat. It turned out to be a fly.
And my husband later confirmed that the thing I saw was a strike plate. And, of course, I assumed he knew what he was talking about. 🙂
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