22 Pens Per

Posted on 07/10/2013 by Grumpa Joe

The wine fueled Edison light bulb turned on over my tired brain this evening as I processed a TV interview with a Tea Party Senator. The idea flashed into my mind about why Obama is so adamant about holding his no-compromise position on Bills presented to fund the government.  Obama is left-handed, I’m sure nature made him left-handed to keep him in perfect alignment with his political ideology. Lefties have trouble writing in cursive. Our writing system runs from left to right unlike the Muslim way which runs right to left. For a righty this is a normal comfortable way to write. For a lefty it presents problems. The lefty has to contort his hand in a way as to mimic the right hand to see what he is writing. Another way is to write with a severe left-handed slant which still covers what it being written as one traverses the page. When it come to cursive writing righties have a genetic advantage.

English: President Barack Obama's signature on...

English: President Barack Obama’s signature on the health insurance reform bill at the White House, March 23, 2010. The President signed the bill with 22 different pens. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In my last post, I added a photo of Obama’s signature on the PPACA bill. The caption explains that he used twenty-two pens to sign the bill. That is what turned on the Edison light bulb. How many pens would he have to use to sign all the bills the House of Representatives is passing to fund the government. It is obvious to all that the sequester limited the White House supply of pens just as it limits the amount of toilet paper they can use. God forbid the President spend any of his personal fortune to buy a few pens to sign bills. I just don’t know why Congress hasn’t figured this out yet. All they have to do is send him a gross or two of his favorite pen along with each bill they send to him for signature.

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Fifty Five and Counting

Posted on 30/11/2008 by Grumpa Joe
Stargazer Lilly

Stargazer Lilly

Fifty five years is a long time to be married to the same partner, and today, Peggy and I helped celebrate such an honor. It is a tradition at St. Anthony’s for married couples to renew their marriage vows on milestone anniversaries. I am sure this tradition is universal across the world in churches of all denominations. An anniversary of this duration is quite an accomplishment in our current culture. When fifty percent of marriages end in divorce, a fifty five year marriage is not only a milestone, it is an event of major magnitude.

As a young man, I thought there was nothing special about long marriages. I always maintained that the only impediment to reaching a “golden” anniversary is dependent on the couple living long enough. My parent’s marriage ended just a few months short of their sixty fifth anniversary. They lived long lives, and showed us that way to a long marriage.

Making adjustments to living with another person is a daily habit. If one cultivates the habit and adjusts his attitude accordingly, there are no irreconcilable differences. Living your life in this manner takes work. It does not come naturally, it has to be learned. Who better to learn from than our parents. I can only surmise that the high divorce rate is the result of too many parents who did not try very hard to love each other. If two people truly, and openly love each other, they will automatically telegraph the message to their kids. Divorce would not be an option.  Reconciliation would be the order of the day.
Peggy and I recently celebrated three years of bliss. We had experience behind us, each being widowed. Her husband died just a few weeks short of their fiftieth anniversary, and I just short of forty two. We thought our new marriage would be a snap. After all, with ninety two years of experience between us we have experienced just about every situation a married couple could encounter. How wrong we were. We were a new union of two people totally strange to each other. Even after our third anniversary, we continue to grow. We learn new things about each other daily. We compormise daily too. In other words we work at it.
Perhaps, if we live long enough, and reach our tenth anniversay, we will renew our vows at St. Anthony’s.

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