Just like its namesake, the soap opera that is the United States of America goes on like sands through the hourglass…
I was saddened by the loss of Gene Hackman; I bet he would have been a pretty cool guy to have a couple of shots and beers with. When I saw the initial report of his death, the headline was that Gene Hackman, 95, was dead and they were looking for the reason.
I thought he’s ninety-five. Pick a reason.
However, when I started hearing the little bits and pieces of the celebrity story, I start to wonder. The dog? Pills?
Like everything else in life, there will be more to the story…
A big deal is being made about migrants without ID not being allowed access to fly.
Why all the opposition?
No one without ID should be allowed to fly, regardless of their status.
You can post all the stories you want about merchants and business owners who are going to be hurt because of the new restrictions on undocumented workers.
Boo fucking hoo.
You knew you were wrong when you hired them, paid them lower wages, did not pay employee taxes on them, and pocketed the profits from their labor in your own bank account.
I saw a story about taxation on tips and it brought back bad memories from when I was not as responsible as I am today.
I worked for one year in a high-rollers Las Vegas Hotel-Casino gourmet dining room. I thought I was quite the cock of the walk, looking resplendent in my black and gold tuxedo.
I worked four seven-hour shifts per week and I made close to a hundred grand that year, but I only declared forty.
No big deal.
I thought.
Five years later, I am negotiating a huge summer contract to be the Executive Chef of the highest volume restaurant on the California coast.
I negotiated a big fat salary with several riders which allowed me an option to invest in the company.
Once again, I thought I really pulled it off.
One week later, the company accountant called me in to inform me the IRS was garnishing my wages.
I was back to making squat, living in my Sous-Chef’s camper shell, and sleeping in his back yard amongst his very large German Shepherd and his very large piles of dogshit.
How the mighty hath fallen.
Believe it or not, it was at this very low stage in my life that I met and fell madly in love with my wife Karen.
Timing.
Microplastics.
You are dying from them as you are reading this.
They are unavoidable and undetectable, and they are starting to show up in our bodies.
If we haven’t died yet from the polluted air and water, what’s a little microplastic gonna do to us?
Kill us.
Scientists think they are getting close to unlocking the secrets of aging. Do we really want to live until we’re 150 years old?
Look at the bright side.
Retirement age for Social Security will be 130.
Stay well.
