Saturday, April 30, 2016

rough question


Why can't admit you wrong why?

6 comments:

ndspinelli said...

Indeed. My daughter is a nanny. They now teach toddlers sign language so they can express basic emotions before they're able to speak. Some adults might want to try it.

The Dude said...

I am frequently wrong. I admit it. I have been wrong here many times over the years. I apologize and can only ask for forgiveness.

Also, I try not to commit the same wrong later. That's the best I can do.

ndspinelli said...

Sixty, You are a standup guy who has dealt w/ the nastiness of a certain guy. I just got back from a long walk. It went from South Mission Beach to Lajolla. I sometimes see weddings, but today I saw 2. The first was on the beach. It was a small one, no wedding party, and about 14 people. A cleric, wearing a collar, was performing the ceremony. When my bride and I married we had a Catholic priest we both knew and liked lined up to marry us. He was a chaplain @ Leavenworth and a theology professor @ Rockhurst College in KC. A few days before the ceremony I got a call. Father Costello was sad and pissed. We were getting married in a rose garden @ a city park and the bishop would not allow a wedding outside the confines of a CATHOLIC church. Now, both Catholic and Episcopal priests wear similar collars. So, as I watched this priest conducting the ceremony I said to myself, he must a a dirty Protestant cleric.

The second wedding was just breaking up. It was @ an ocean side park in Lajolla, among many fancy houses. They were Mexicans. I surmise the couple were second generation American. I thought maybe grandpa or grandma worked as a gardener or maid @ one of the nearby fancy houses and picked the venue. I said prayers for both couples as I walked by. It is heartening to see young people marrying.

ndspinelli said...

When I was in high school we played football against a deaf school. They of course used sign language to call plays. None of us idiots knew even one sign. They would do the count w/ a huge bass drum. The drummer would follow along on the sidelines and pound the drum, w/ the count usually being 2 or 3. A couple times it was 4 or 5. Ear shattering!

ndspinelli said...

I hope those superb reality TV posts continue. People just can't get enough of them.

ndspinelli said...

MORE COWBELL!!