Opinions

I am quick to criticize other people’s luxuries.

Thursday was a hoot. Downtown at the Trunk-or-Treat, there were more young kids dressed up in some wonderfully cute costumes. There were store-bought that had people saying the cutest, most innocent things. Make-up and wigs, fake this and that, bright clothing, some lit-up and others were blinking. And those were just the dogs on leashes.

One of my church members recently shared an article with me that contained information about the latest Barna research concerning Christians and the election. The results of this survey were absolutely shocking to me. According to Barna, 41 million evangelicals will simply not vote in our upcoming presidential election.

When the thermometer dips ever so slightly, I grab the biggest pot I can find in my kitchen, and cook the life out of something. One week, it was potatoes for potato soup. Often, it’s a carcass which we’ve picked to the bone, to which I add all the leftovers in the refrigerator, as if I worked at a school cafeteria or something.

I remember the day Madeline said to me, “I like watching the squirrels scurrying around in my backyard, looking for acorns or stopping to eat one. I wonder what they’re thinking…” the former teacher said with her perfect diction and uplifting voice, as if she were telling the story to a gaggle of fourth graders gathered around her feet.

How can anyone not like presidential wanna-be, Kamala Harris? Almost always, she is seen flashing a 100-watt smile, and those dimples make the just-turned 60-year-old an easy-on-the-eyes choice. Add to that, her laughter is a hoot… though it lasts so long and reaches an unnerving pitch. It is as though she has feathers in her shoes. Unless one looks into her political past, she is as pleasant as ice-cold lemonade on a hot day.

The men who have been making the terrible noise are still at it.