Every 10 years, there’s this thing we do in the United States that is critical for allocations of funding from the federal government. That “thing” is called the Census, and it’s going on right now.
Sing gently... as one Premiering on YouTube exactly one month ago, on July 19, 2020, was a most amazing choral performance with singers from all over the world.
Here we are, entering the sixth month of a global pandemic, and in many places, conditions are getting worse rather than better. I don’t think anyone wants to have another shutdown of businesses, factories and services; I certainly don’t. What will it take to get this thing under control?
Hanging around grandkids gives us reasons (or excuses!) to enjoy doing some of the things we haven’t done since our own kids were little, or maybe since we were children ourselves.
Well, I’ve gone and done it. I was asleep at the wheel when it happened, of course, but last week my life’s odometer flipped to another number. A bigger number. An older number. And because of that, I’ve elected to start receiving that monthly paycheck from Uncle Sam.
Imagine a world where you had to pay a royalty fee every time you sing the “Happy Birthday” song. We actually lived in that world, up until 2016. And who knew?
To say the Class of 2020 got gypped out of their Senior year experience is an understatement as well as an overstatement. Everyone knows it. Everyone agrees. Everyone has said it a million times. Everyone feels so bad for the graduates. Everyone went from feeling sad to being straight up mad.
I can’t wrap my brain around the fact that it is July. In some ways, it’s hard to believe we’re halfway through 2020, even though the coronavirus seemed to put us in slow motion; at least it did early on in the pandemic.