There's a bit of irony to this week's segment of Sense & Nonsense. On the same day that we are introducing a reading column, based on what area people are reading â€” and which I'm putting together â€” I'm basing this week's regular effort on memories of the place where I saw my first movies.
Not that movies and books would be viewed as opposite entities anyway â€” at least not exactly â€” since many of our most revered films originated in book form before finding their way to the Silver Screen.
Sometimes I think a genie lives in Facebook (grin), and my weird hypothesis was recently vindicated â€¦
Have you ever thought about a really old friend that you have not thought about for decades? Well, I got to thinking recently about friends who helped channel my lifeâ€™s interests and for some reason the name Roger Dunn popped into my mind. He was a little older than me, and in some ways we were simpatico and he had all kinds of cool things in his workroom at home.
The famous bard raised the question "What's in a name?"
Shakespeare's response to his own query in "Romeo and Juliet" was "That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."
But would it really?
When you give a child a name, you're stuck with it for life unless you go through a court proceeding or decide to change it on your own without the benefit of the legal system and that could get you into trouble on occasion.
Names tend to be cyclical, as my own would indicate.
Finding the perfect purse is no easy task.
It's a project the faint of heart should avoid at all costs because the quest is fraught with frustration and aggravation.
Whenever I find one I really like, it's a foregone conclusion it will wear out almost by the time I get all my stuff inside.
If it's really tacky, it will last till the proverbial cows come home.
I've found that most purses are either too big, too little, too plain, too fancy, too something.
The world is full of cliches that neatly sum up a solution or explanation for nearly every situation. "Easy come, easy go" and "No good deed goes unpunished" are among some of the more widely known.
Another is "The only constant is change." This jewel is attributed to Heraclitus, a greek philosopher who died in 475 BC. Actually, his original statement was "Nothing endures but change." A comparison of the two statements proves his point.
The problem is that neither life nor anything else is not as simple as a few words strung together.
There are all sorts of quizzes going around that start out "you know you're getting older if ... "
A laundry list of "old stuff" follows.
A few years back, I came up with another one, all on my own, and I think it bears noting again.
Here it is: You know you're getting older if you don't use the whole keyboard on your computer.
Long ago it was established that I can't draw.
This has been officially noted at the high school, college and later-in-life levels.
Even before reaching these plateaus, I essentially failed cut-paste-and-color at the elementary level, but it was a kinder, gentler school system then and no one went on record with the crushing evaluation.
Years later I thought of this as I watched Gayla McCoy doodling in a meeting and was nothing short of amazed. She was drawing a pair of fish that could have been straight out of a Disney film strip. They actually looked like talking fish.
The Bauxite Museum is a delightful place to visit.
Anyone who hasn't take the time to do so is engaging in self-deprivation. The exhibits â€” and there are many â€” tell stories that evoke memories of another time that many of us remember fondly.
On one of my visits there several years ago, I heard the story about "Bottle" Wilmoth's famous bowl he took for a Mulligan stew that was to be served to workers at Reynolds mining operations.
According to Melba Shepard's account, each employee was informed he could have one bowl only of the stew. That was enough to inspire Mr. Wilmoth's humor.
"There are known knowns. These are things we know that we know. There are known unknowns. That is to say, there are things that we know we donâ€™t know. But there are also unknown unknowns. These are things we donâ€™t know we donâ€™t know.â€ť â€” Donald Rumsfeld
All three of the scenarios so confusingly described by former Secretary of State Rumsfeld were in play before my eyes July 12.
The place â€” the court of Judge Gary Arnold.
The reason â€” a motion to quash, or set aside, a requirement to provide information regarding anonymous bloggers.
The passing of American icon Andy Griffith has caused a major shift in attention to Mayberry, the mythical town where Sheriff Andy Taylor rarely had to do any sheriffing, but dispensed lots of homespun wisdom that served a higher calling.
Everybody would have liked to live in Mayberry.
That's not surprising because it was a place where although everybody knew everybody else's business â€” not always desirable â€” more importantly, it was a place where people took care of each other. And love was the common denominator that held them together.