Rifles and Rosary Beads

Certain things date a person.

  1. Knowing where you were when Kennedy was shot.
  2. Having watched a man walk on the moon.
  3. Remembering when they believed man actually did walk on the moon.
  4. Having watched a draft with a knot in your stomach instead of NFL rosters in your hand.
  5. Remembering when Michael Jackson was a) alive, and b) not weird.
  6. Having watched the Cowboys go to the NFC championship game every year instead of every half-century.

I only hit on two-thirds of those (no idea where I was when Kennedy was shot, and I was born in the only two-and-a-half year period in the last 75 years that didn’t have to register for Selective Service), but that’s more than enough.

The Earth Isn’t Flat, We Shouldn’t Be Either

I hate 3-D movies. The reasons are numerous:

  • They’re too dark. It’s like watching a movie with sunglasses on. (Because you are, literally, watching a movie with sunglasses on.)
  • In 999,999 movies out of 1,000,000, 3-D adds nothing to the experience.
  • They’re too dark.
  • They cost more, because the studios think we’re stupid enough to pay extra money for the “privilege” of watching a movie with sunglasses on.
  • They’re too dark.
  • Also, they’re too dark.

Private Parts

Ten years ago last month, Sharon and I were in Guatemala on a mission trip. When the team got back to the hotel at the end of the day, one of the team members spent all of his spare time on the hotel’s computer. The iPhone wasn’t even a year old, so being connected every waking moment wasn’t yet a thing. After a couple of days, I finally asked him what he was doing.

Do you ever think about life’s fateful turning points, dreaming about time travel and what it might be like to go back and change one of the bad decisions you made?