After that same rainbow's end, waiting 'round the bend, it's Monday Mail.
A bit of Johnny Mercer's "Moon River" reminds us another "super moon" is Aug. 10, along with the Perseid meteor shower.
When a man gets to be my age -- called "middle-aged," which means I'll live to be 108 (Woo hoo!) -- he looks back on his mistakes with some regret.
Lucky for me, I started doing that when I was a kid, so I got used to it.
My column last week had the phrase "High-Healed Sneakers" in it instead of "High-Heeled Sneakers," the song men of a certain age recall because they danced to it.
Lucky for me, one sent an email immediately:
Tell me more about the healing sneakers. Do they work on the same principle as reflexology? We're always looking for new treatment modalities.
Spell check can be a b---h, can't it?
My boss may not let me spell out the B-word. I'll have to ask her.
Healing sneakers are Skechers: They help you lose weight, gain height, tone muscles, improve your vocal range and get a role in a Springer musical.
Life is a highway
Here's an email about a column on sprawl:
I have lived in Midland for 25 years now and as I have ventured into "town" and returned home only to have witnessed the absurdity of what is referred to as development. I have seen the rural landscape around Flat Rock Park disappear and become saturated with strip malls, apartment complexes, fast food restaurants, Walmart Stores, everything inversely related to what I consider development and thought of as degradation.
The same action is being taken in every degree of the compass from the heart of Columbus, to the borders of our fair city. Consolidation of the county and city government has only hampered controlled, sensible use of the land and accelerated the loss of sensible growth. Doing away with the Agricultural Zoning area is a prime example.
Granted a landowner has the right to sell his land to developers; but to allow the end results is a gross neglect of responsible stewardship of the land in the name of personal gain and profit.
Thanks. That makes me feel better about living downtown, where you can't drive four blocks without someone going 2 mph pulling out in front of you like you're invisible.
I don't see how these people survive in suburbia where giant SUVs go 90 mph. It's dangerous.
Maybe you should move into town where it's safe.