thinking about whatever is true, noble, right, and pure
I am thinking about my mother this morning. This is her first Mother’s Day with a child in heaven. There won’t be a traditional family gathering today. Her mother is in a rest home that is prudently not allowing visitors. The 2020 versions of these special days are not flattering.
Contrary to what politicians promise, we will not be “made whole” by stimulus checks, waived copayments, unemployment assistance, cheap loans, and the rest.
Charles E. Belknap’s book, The Yesterdays of Grand Rapids, is full of rich, historical vignettes. He provides glimpses of what life was like in Grand Rapids during the mid-nineteenth century.
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, and it isn’t even close. Undoubtedly, our corporate expressions of gratitude are the healthiest part of the day. Gratitude pulls the soul out of the unending depths of introspection and self-pity. Who can add a single hour to his span of life?
I know that you’re going to be sitting around tonight wondering what to do in those anxious moments between ambushes by costumed raiding parties, so I have compiled a few Reformation Day Reads for your edification.
I was introduced to the Athenian statesman and poet Solon by Russell Kirk and Nassim Taleb.
