My wife's 20th class reunion is next week in Texas. We aren't able to go and I think she feels kind of bad about it. However, on Facebook, one of her classmates posted a video of her in high school and here is a still shot of my smokin' hot wife about six years before we met. Man, how gorgeous can a woman get? I don't know how she made it out of Texas without a boyfriend. How did I get so lucky? (When she sees I posted this on my blog she will file for divorce, so to my wife's family: keep in touch. I love you guys.)
Yesterday was just a little less bright after learning of the passing of Maya Angelou. As I posted on Facebook yesterday, she went to heaven because God needed a consultant. She may have been the wisest woman to ever walk the planet. One of my passions is reading and I honestly have Ms. Angelou to thank for that. If it wasn't for her, I don't think I would have ever made it past D.C. Comics. Sgt. Rock was an old favorite of mine. Once upon a time, a long, long time ago. Like everyone else, my introduction to literature was in high school. We read novels such as The Great Gatsby and The Grapes of Wrath , and while these are great works of literature, they are poor choices to get young people interested in reading. By the time I made it to college, my feelings toward reading were ambivalent: I would read if I had to, but why would I choose to? It was boring. Mind-numbing, even. But I was about to encounter a life-changing experience....
Don't ask me where I find this stuff, but after listening to the introduction, I have every reason to believe this guy truly thinks he's got talent. Take a listen and judge for yourself. Meanwhile, I must stop the bleeding from my eardrums.