Clearing The Cache

It is dumping time. Time to get rid of some recent thoughts without really getting worked up about too much.

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The region's first snowstorm was more fizzle than fantastic. We got a little snow with a nice crusting of freezing rain on top.

It was enough to create some slippery roads, but absolutely terrible to play in. And if you can't play in it, what good is it?

I even went to the grocery store on Sunday and there wasn't the rush on milk, bread, toliet paper that we've all come to know and expect. Maybe the public is becoming more sensible when it comes to snowy weather.

Nah.

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The Colts are in the Super Bowl.

In my youth, that would have been a grand statement. I rooted for Johnny Unitas, Raymond Berry, Mike Curtis (my football hero as a kid), and the rest of the Baltimore Colts.

However, these are the Indianapolis Colts. I will say that I am a fan of Peyton Manning and Tony Dungy -- two class acts in the NFL.

I just have a reflex to detest the Indy Colts. I still remember the Mayflower moving vans taking my team out in the middle of the night.

But I really would like to see the Colts win. What is a Baltimore Colts fan to do?

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Last week, two boys were rescued after being taken from their families. One of the boys was missing for four years.

It didn't take long after their rescue for the families to show up on the talk show circuit. That seems to be the progression of things these days.

I just had a problem with the family and boy that had been missing for four years showing up on the Oprah Winfrey show. Not only was Oprah asking inappropriate questions (like was he sexually assaulted -- do we really need to know that?), but the father and mother admitted they had not talked to their son about his disappearance and what happened to him during those four years.

Are you kidding me?

If my child were missing for four years and suddenly returned to me, the very last place I'd put him/her is in front of a television camera. I'd spend as much time making them feel comfortable and begin the process of healing -- physically and mentally.

It was just creepy. And I can't wash it off either.

"Too alarming now to talk about/Take your pictures down and shake it out/Truth or consequence, say it aloud/Use that evidence, race it around" -- Foo Fighters

Brand New Year

Miss me?

It is two weeks into the new year. How many of you broke your resolutions already?

I didn't make any, so I'm safe. I just wanted to continue doing what I'm doing -- the best I can.

But now I'm posed with a question. Is my best good enough? Can I do more? Can I give 110%?

Ultimately, am I the one to answer those question? Or are others in a better position to see my potential and my capabilities and determine if they are reaching as far as they can?

As you can see, more questions than answers. And even when I get those answers, I'll probably have questions about that. It is a flaw in my programming.

I'm finding more flaws that I care to admit to. Which is fine by me. I never considered myself a finished product anyway and want to be challenged physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, ecumenically, grammatically to improve myself and the world around me.

Lots of questions. Good thing I've got a brand new year to figure it all out.

What's on your agenda for 2007?

"The sun just slipped its note below my door/And I can't hide beneath my sheets/I've read the words before so now I know/The time has come again for me" -- Norah Jones