Karen had CBS Sunday Morning on and I caught the story of the non-profit called Hope Chicago and how they just changed the world.
They have made the public offer to pay for high school students’ college education in five different high schools in Chicago.
Room, board, books, the whole enchilada.
There is no price tag to peruse. How do you put a price tag on hope?
Stop for a minute out of your busy life and think about what the impact is and will be as these students go on to have world-changing careers and lives. I truly hope each student that takes advantage of this heaven-sent offer will appreciate how they were stewarded and perhaps they will take that same spirit of generosity and love for the collective to new heights my generation did not achieve.
Now if they will just pay the teachers.
I retrieved this picture off the fb site for the Lucky Star Brewery where I played last week and will play again this Wednesday if they are having another Open Mic.
Why is it that I seem to be the only person in America that thinks we need to get some boots on the ground and some birds in the air and go physically help the brave Ukrainians defend their country? I haven’t heard hide nor hair of either political party pushing for this war which I feel is inevitable and will not just be confined within the Ukrainian borders.
But that’s just me.
I’d better be careful because I seem to be right about everything all the time.
Not gonna apologize for it.
Once again, I cannot believe my beloved Manchester United lads managed a meager tie with next-to-bottom Watford.
I am not pronouncing this team dead.
Thirteen more League matches starting with next week’s Derby with Manchester City. The only chance we have is to score goals and win matches.
I did it again.
I fixed that.
All the money, all the brain trust, all the banking power, none of it has worked.
Having played three more matches than Arsenal doesn’t help.
I don’t want to die by being ingested into a transparent insect that paralyzes its prey (me) and then slowly dissolves your (my) body from the inside out until you are merely absorbed into the bug’s stomach chamber.
And then eventually, it will need to expunge what was once you out of his you-know-what. Don’t feel bad; even I don’t know what.
But it doesn’t sound good.
In the book I am writing, women are the dominant gender in our country, Loveland. There is no unemployment, no homelessness, a pure democracy with no building in the country allowed to be over two-stories, to maintain aesthetics.
The coolest part of this book is the research and learning about women and their history and their ever-increasing role in the world.
Yeah there has been progress in women’s rights, but we will all win the day this isn’t a news story.