It was recently in the news that a number of ancient native American sites in Ohio are about to become part of the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO’s) World Heritage Sites.
From fetuses to male swimmers in bikinis, these are all patterns of the same thinking. The innocent are ignored for the sake of some great "enlightened" thought process. If you don’t go along with their line of thought, you are cast as a dumb rube (and it is OK to call you a dumb rube, because you are not part of the “in crowd”).
Politicians talk about standards. What standards? Look at our clothes today. People buy jeans that have been purposely shredded. I get that you want to be cool looking like everyone else, but where did we get to the point that looking like we live in rags is a fashion statement we want to emulate?
Fifty years ago, in Cincinnati, places like Mount Adams and Walnut Hills were rebuilt by brave individual pioneers who bought 50- to 75-year-old row houses and mansions. They took the risks of rebuilding these residences on their own and it paid off. This happened in other cities as well.
On Saturday, July 15, I drove across Atlanta to Austell, Ga., about 40 miles. I was going to the Atlanta Corvair Club meeting, so naturally, I drove my Corvair. I arrived without incident. The trip back home was a different story.
Despite Congress’ thin interest in sports from a lawmaking and regulatory standpoint, they just can’t help but stick their nose into them. Last week, it was the LIV and PGA merger that was more important than the southern border.
Someone once asked Margaret Mead, the famous anthropologist, when civilization started. She responded with an event, not a time. She referenced the discovery of one of our ancient ancestors whose bones showed a fractured femur that had been set and healed. Her reasoning was that this is the first evidence of one human being caring for another, hence the beginning of civilization.
Last week, the attempted rescue of four playboys and a youth in a private sub off the wreckage of the Titanic pushed most other things – even Donald Trump – out of the headlines. We sucked in information with great interest; the news pundits and their experts weighed in. I may have missed it, but I didn’t hear anyone questioning the expense of the rescue nor ask who is paying the bill.
I woke up the morning of June 18 with a surprising thought. The Hillsboro High School class of 1968, of which I am a member, had its 55th reunion the previous evening, June 17 at the Orpheum in uptown Hillsboro. The thought was this: How are you supposed to feel when your 55th reunion is now in the rearview mirror? Old? Over the hill? Washed up?
How convenient. On the day when the headlines should be “China building secret listening post in Cuba,” the U.S. Justice Department pushes Trump to the headlines with some specious charges concerning classified documents.