There are weeks that I sit down at my computer, stare at the blank screen looking back at me and half-wonder if maybe the stars and gods have aligned against me.
For all the random thoughts that spin through this muddled mind every week, there are times when none of them come to the forefront when it’s actually time to sit down and pen this small piece of
hot garbage brilliant commentary.
Of course, there are other times when there are simply too many things going on around us, and trying to pick one topic on which to focus my attention and
insipid keen insight seems a futile endeavor. So, since this is one of those weeks that I can’t pare down my drivel column, let’s take a look at several issues.
• Watching Peyton Manning smile through a shower of confetti as he conducted his post-Super Bowl interview on the field last Sunday night was a memory I will file away for some time. Watching Peyton Manning throw a football Sunday was something I hope fades away with time, as I want very badly to remember him for the precise, accurate throws of his prime, rather than the
wounded ducks less-than-impressive passes that were coming out of his hand this year.
Manning has been an all-time great throughout his storied career, and has matched his on-the-field prowess with a sense of professionalism and class off the field that is without peer. If this was indeed his “last rodeo,” I thank him for the memories.
• Indian River High School officials reportedly heard from a few students that another student was armed with a knife and a gun on Monday, Feb. 8. According to reports, they notified the authorities, the classroom the student was scheduled to be in at the time was evacuated and the student searched. State police reportedly found a knife in the student’s boot and a pellet gun in his backpack, and he was subsequently arrested.
As an outsider looking in, it appears the school — and, in turn, the district — had a plan in case a possible situation arose, and they put that plan into action immediately and decisively. Really, what else could you ask for or expect?
• On the surface, Donald Trump appears to be a
racist sexist xenophobic blowhard orange carnival barker opportunist entitled spoiled over-priviledged vacuous character.
All that being said, I believe most of this hot air is an act, and he is capitalizing on a lot of anger people are feeling today in this country to put himself in position to win the White House. Many political candidates, particularly on the national stage, say whatever it takes to win, and I stopped truly believing in what the majority of them have/had to say a very long time ago. But I do feel sad over what is taking place in this election, and perhaps we’re getting a more lucid look as to what is really going through Americans’ minds right now as we see the polling results.
• I watched a local woman stand up for a stranger who was getting verbally attacked the other day, and it made my heart feel good. She did it with grace and class, and offered encouragement to the stranger. I stay away from religious statements in this space, as I do not personally believe in pushing my faith on others, but it was the epitome of “the Christian thing to do.”
The woman who did this received my thanks and appreciation, and I don’t wish to embarrass her by naming her here for something I believe she did just because she thought it was the right thing to do. But, man, she is a special lady in my book.
• I was excited for the first snowfall of the year this winter to see how my daughter would react. Then I was eagerly anticipating the next one after watching how much fun she had with her first experience. I’m good now. Is it spring yet?
• The Coastal Point hit our 12-year anniversary last week, and it got us to reminiscing a little bit around the office. One part of the conversation was about people who provided us a lot of encouragement and support when we started. Restaurateur Matt Haley was one of those people, and we were very sad to lose his light in 2014. Another one was Jim Gallant, who recently passed at the end of January.
Jim worked for years at WMAL radio station in Washington D.C. and spent his retirement time here as a master of volunteerism. Susan Lyons and I had many wonderful conversations with Jim and his wife, Eileen, who sadly passed in 2010, and they were great supporters of what we were trying to do here. It’s heart-breaking to lose good people, but we won’t forget the lessons and advice they shared with us from the start. Rest in peace, my friend.
• I have finally come to accept that I am middle-aged. This isn’t a bad thing, and I hope I know more going into this half than the first one. I just hope I don’t make as many
boneheaded exuberant mistakes as the first half.