I thank the folks at Garden Cove for the organic meal I bought - oats, bran, apples, bananas - and other fresh nonorganic goodies - prickly pear fruit, mangoes, persimmons - I didn't pick up on the last trip. I'm behind on my thanks to others and I apologise.
Barry Diller taught me there is no such thing as an unimportant person - every one of us is vital, including the mountain folk and the remote fishing villages. Progress and preservation are one.
Sea monkeys and sugar gliders.
Censorship and freedom.
Skyscrapers and open ranges.
Currency wars and battlefield peace management.
I care about all seven billion of us, even on days when I don't feel like caring about anything except a cold beer and a close football game.
Do you have what it takes to treat us as a whole species, with room for every one of our diverse hobbies? It's far from easy and less complicated than you think.
Redefine labels with laughter and you'll see what I mean. Find a useful outlet for our "fight or flight" emotions and we can get along without resorting to genocide.
Best local joke of the day:
Urban Meyer loves God. God loves Les Miles. Nick Saban and Steve Spurrier aren't sure which one of them is God.
I finally negotiated the five-book deal with the major publisher who is going to combine television soap operas, social media, Internet blogs/news and ebook readers per my suggestion, putting the reader directly into the story. Lose weight and I'll finally have the money and health to meet you on the space cruiser going around the dark side of the Moon!
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