If I have a major gripe about the churches back home - besides all the molesting of kids and the clergy’s sluggish response to the horrific scandal - it’s that the music in most Catholic churches borders on funereal.
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If I have a major gripe about the churches back home - besides all the molesting of kids and the clergy’s sluggish response to the horrific scandal - it’s that the music in most Catholic churches borders on funereal.
Like other digital mouth-breathers, I instinctively pull out my phone if I’m in line at the supermarket or in a doctor’s waiting room. I even grab my phone and start scrolling when I’m stopped at a red light.
I know the International Dateline exists to avoid confusion, but flying back in time has muddled my jet-lagged brain.
As we pedaled toward the boat launch after five hours on bikes, I remarked to one of our guides that the Vietnamese people seem very industrious.
“Yes,” he agreed, “They work very hard.”
There are roughly 7.8 million people living in Vietnam’s capital and it seems every single one of them is roaring around town on a motor scooter. (Actually, the best estimate is that there are 4 million scooters in the city. That seems low to me.)
Is there a downside to buying deeply discounted airline tickets for a marathon flight? You bet there is.
As I sat in that church pew, in my black dress, I resolved to accept every wedding invitation.
The Green New Deal. A wacky plan from the unpredictable brain of Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez of New York.
They start launching these annoying solicitations decades before we reach that magic 50th birthday.
In other words, a stampede off the plane with first-class dandies taking their leisurely time gathering up their Kate Spade carry-ons, and the hoi polloi jamming the aisles with their therapy chickens and steamer trunks, would proceed as usual.
For the next week I’ll be hiking with my sister-in-law, armed with nothing but bear spray, Swiss Army knives and our sharp wits.
Decide if you’re going to evacuate. And be quick about it. It may already be too late.
I just flew to Memphis and back in absolutely packed Delta aircraft. The seats in coach were so cramped that our arms became useless appendages pinned to our sides. The aisles were so narrow, most folks had to walk sideways. You could barely breathe in there.
There wasn’t room for a Yorkshire puppy on any of my full flights, let alone a little pony.
Would you have prayed? Wept? Written a note to your loved ones? Hugged your traveling companion? Looked around to see if anyone needed help?
It’s up to the airlines to figure out a way to accommodate really big passengers without relying on much smaller ones to roll themselves into little balls.
Look, this therapy-dog-comfort-animal wackiness has gone too far. Seeing-eye dogs are one thing. Emotional support peacocks are something else.