I have, on occasion, been accused of being in touch with a youthful optimism and attitude to go along with it.  I think this is a good thing.  I have been told the aged axiom “You’ll always be a kid at heart.”  I think that is true.  In fact, I think that is true of most of us.

It just works out better for some than it does for others.  I have known kids that seemingly had the weight of the world on their shoulders and nothing I could do or say would alleviate the weight and…the burden…they seem to be carrying.  A day like that is a sad day for me.  I have been there.  Some of these times and looks on kids faces that I wish I could rid myself of haunt me.  They do this because I still care about them.  What I would not give in this age of social media to find out what is REALLY happening to some of those I have lost track of.  A few of them have found me recently via facebook.  I finally relented and created a real page with posts and pictures and all that.  In earnest, I have already “unfriended” a few folks.  I am not a fan of vulgarity.  I still think we should, as Mr. Spurgeon, my elementary principal, would say…BE NICE!

Even these images and bits of wispy truth don’t tell much of a story…until it is convenient  and proclaimed as the gospel someone wants to latch onto however misguided.  Facebook isn’t worth much…unless you are Mark Zuckerberg.

I am listening to something that keeps me young as we speak the rights out here on the back porch.  Huey Lewis.  Huey makes me feel like a kid.  Sounds keep me young.  Memories of sounds keep me young.  I was never the greatest fan of music videos.  I still mine through them now and again when I record them.  3 hours might render two songs I will sit and watch and listen to.  Bob Seger was against videos, if memory serves.  I know I heard him say once that the individuals imagination was where the best videos were created.  He was right.

There is a tune by a group called Moving Pictures (not to be confused with the RUSH album by the same name).  I think Moving Pictures was a Canadian group.  Anyway, they had a song called “What About Me?” on their 1982 album called Days of Innocence.  I never once heard that song on Louisville Radio.  In 1982’s Top 100 Countdown on New Year’s Eve on WLS 890-AM The Rock of Chicago the song was ranked as the #8 most popular tune in Chicago.  We can’t even imagine something like that happening now.  Chicago is 300 miles away.  That song might as been 30,000 miles away from the main-street market in my back yard.  Looking at the world in front of me…with this computer….I feel like that was another lifetime.  So why do I still feel young again?

I remember mowing my parent’s yard with a push mower singing that song to myself as a video played out in my mind.  The bulk of the action took place in Columbus, Indiana at The Commons Mall which is now defunct also.  The hero was a desperate character looking acceptance as the song suggests…What About Me?  I would sing and mow the yard and play the drama out in my head and hope that after the sun went down that night and the 50,000 Watts of WLS came wafting into my window and my JC Penny stereo that song would find a way to be played in my square bedroom.

The intro to the song is unmistakable.  It still stirs me up.  It does something crazy to my soul.  The song…well…I still like it, though it is mot quite as thrilling as it once was.  Truth be known, I have not heard it in a while.  I think I will…now I must go the the music library shelf in my home office and find it and give it a spin.  I will imagine there is some static…and it is playing in mono…and I will know that for a few minutes I was 14 or 15 again…but this time I came home today and the yard was mowed and I didn’t have a thing to do with it.

Enough of this.  I am heading to the music shelf.

Speaking the rights…

Danny Johnson

It has been ISTEP testing week over the width and breadth of the State of Indiana and the testmania will continue this week again.  I will forever be amazed at the lack of common sense that is applied by elected officials when it comes to creating demands that are included in the testing culture on the young people trying to learn and the caring teachers trying to teach.

I am dumbfounded that in a nation where so many squeaky wheels are immediately slathered in lubricant and given their “rights” as it politically correctly/media-driven goes, there is still a one size fits all mentality in school politics that seems to get worse all around that it does better.

In a twisted way, this is a compliment to the schools.  Schools are a symbol of solid civility and one of the last harbingers of goodness that are left to the definition of the blind eye that thinks it is informed because it thinks it know so much about society thanks to facebook and twitter and politicians with itchy twitter fingers and various news outlets that try to brainwash their audiences.  These entities can run roughshod over society with little repercussion, until a popular news guy has paid his limit of sex scandal hush money and runs out of favor with the network…even if it is the network that holds the torch of being a moral compass for a section of the audience that thinks very highly of itself.  I have enough respect for religion to never again mention it as a factor in politics.  That activity makes my stomach turn in wake of so much I was taught to believe as a youngster.  I can’t take it.

I digress.

Schools are still to be depended upon like no other place.

If the law makers were to put their money where their mouths are, I would be delighted to see how many of them could pass a test they are making students to pass as a graduation requirement.  It would be a mess. Those that found themselves on the failing side of the score would call for a hearing.  I think there should be a hearing as to why the ISTEP test examiners manuals are over 500 pages and cover grades 3-10 and are given to all giving a test even though that one person giving a 10th grade English section may have to only look at 25 of those pages.  And why did I get twice as many of those at my school than I needed?  If I was in politics I might have time to find that trail of money.  I don’t.  I am an educator.  I am too busy to look for bureaucracy…even though I know it is screwing things up for students.

We press onward.  We always do.  But I sure wish we had more time to talk to students about standards of living more instead of being pressured to cover standards of English, math, science, and the other disciplines.  Thanks to politics, the civility piece has, for the most part, been taken out of schools.  There just is not enough time.  We try.  I wish we had more time to knock around what is good vs. what is bad.  What is right vs. what is wrong.  And could do it in more than just a convocation that, while meaningful, looses its meaning in a place and time that is repetitive like we have never seen.

The ISTEP drum beats on.  As a result industry complains that students coming out of high school and college don’t possess good “soft skills”.   The test culture is the reason for that.

And to think….I sat here to tell a story about seeing Neil Diamond sing last night.

As great as Neil’s singing was, there was another tale to be told about last night.

Before the concert, my dear wife, Carrie, and I took our seats.  We had a nice view of the stage.  In front of us was a couple and I looked at the gentleman and something just came over me.  I knew I had known this guy somewhere in the past.  I didn’t think it.  I knew it.

His wife got up to visit the concourse.  Shortly after that he popped up and said she did not have her ticket to get back.  He was sporting a black t-shirt that said Indiana University.  The plot thickens. When he came back he turned around and asked if we had seen Neil Diamond before.  Well, first he asked about the YUM Center.  He asked if we had seen any ball games in it.  We told him we had not.  I then told him we had seen a few concerts there.  That is when he asked if we had seen Neil Diamond before.  He said they had seen him a few years ago in Columbus, Ohio.  He asked where we were from.  I told him we lived in Harrison County, Indiana.  He said he was somewhat familiar with the area.  He told me he lived in Georgetown, Kentucky.  This is not far from Lexington which is UK country.  I asked about his Indiana shirt.  He told me he was originally from Southern Indiana too.

I then told him that I had wanted to tell Carrie that he had Jackson County written all over him.  I told him I knew him from somewhere.  He paused….and said, well, I’m from Brownstown.  I told him I was too!  I told him he might of know my Dad.  Turned out Dad was one of his teachers and the both of them attended this man’s 40th Brownstown Central High School reunion.  The guy I met last night, Gene Tabor, as a member of the class, and my Dad as a guest of the class.  We laughed, told stories.  Gene managed the Brownstown Pool when I was kid taking swimming lessons.  I told him Dexter Jones was my swim teacher.  He told me Dexter is in Snellville, Georgia now.   It was great to relive some of our times in Brownstown.  Oh, and there was pretty great concert to go with it.  I was so glad to hear Neil Diamond sing in person.

Neil singing “America”.

Prior to the concert, Carrie and partook of this Nacho monstrosity at Guy’s Smokehouse on 4th Street.

It was nice to get the mind off of the insanity of Indiana Public School Testmania.

Speaking the rights…

Danny Johnson

When do I start?  Blessed is the word that comes to mind.  Sad too.  That is what happens when you have a house full for Easter dinner and for one reason or another a couple of the people you want in the room can’t be there.  That is what we had for this Easter dinner.

I am back on the porch by my lonesome right now.  I have been driven in and out twice attempting to write this post.  I don’t want to get struck by lightning again out here.  That would not be good.  I was fortunate the first time.

Earlier this afternoon this porch was filled with family and laughter and some great food.  Holiday dinners here are special times.  There is so much care and love that goes into preparing the food.  My Mom brought her sweet potato casserole.  My sister made baked beans.  My dear wife, Carrie, made pies and veggies and hashbrown casserole.  My mother-in-law, Shirley, made an awesome ham.

Easter is a bittersweet time, really.  We, as a family, went through a few tough episodes during Easter time over the years.  Some things just don’t leave you.  Maybe they are not supposed to.  The hope and faith we carry as Christian people can see us through the worst of times.

In my previous post I made mention of the church Carrie and I attend when we visit North Carolina.  Pastor Duke Lackey, I found out this week, is being assigned to a new church in the North Raleigh area.  Little did we know three weeks ago.  I suppose my sending him the note of thanks to him and his congregation was better timing than I could have planned.  It happens that way…when we don’t get in the way.  The folks at Faith Harbor will be getting a new pastor and we will be glad to see him or her the next time we are in town.

I opened a legit facebook account, oxymoronic as that may sound to some, recently.  In the meantime I have reconnected with folks I have not talked to or thought much about in the past few decades.  Not that I don’t appreciate them.  I do.  I still do.  Kind of like the way I am sitting here on this cloudy porch listening to The Bay City Rollers as I type these words.  I still enjoy their tunes.  They don’t sound ambitious.  They sound rather simple.  I have employed greater recording angles than what I hear from them.  But I still relate to it.  I was nine when I feel into the Bay City Roller hole.  I just enjoyed their sound.  The lyrics were straight-forward.  It was fun.  It still is.  I am not going to ask anyone if they get it.  I don’t care.

Opps.  Looks like it is going to start storming again and I don’t want to get struck by lightning.

Happy Easter, everyone.  Love one another.

Speaking the rights…

Danny Johnson

Hello Pastor Duke,

My dear wife, Carrie, and I visited two Sundays ago as we always do when we are in town. The dramatic reading of the Blind Man being made to see was a joy to behold. We appreciate your church…the people are always so gracious and kind. One lady asked why we always come back to the area, in part I should have said “Y’all are the reason”. There is some truth in that. We have been a great many places. We call Topsail our home away from home. If the place was filled with knuckleheads we would not be coming back. The folks there are among the nicest and kindest we have met. There are many beaches. There is only one Faith Harbor. Thanks be to God.

Take care, Dan Johnson Depauw, IN

I have to give Pastor Duke credit.  What is above was in is church’s newsletter published on April 6th.

Pastor Duke Lackey.  We have gone back and forth via email over the years.  Carrie and I vacation close to his church, Faith Harbor United Methodist.  Pastor Duke is a great guy.  On a couple of occasions we worked in concert to set up an event or two for someone in his congregation. It was fun.

Don’t ask me what year.  I had tickets to see a football game….Duke playing North Carolina in Chapel Hill at Kenan Stadium.  I was so looking forward to it.  For whatever reason, we could not make it.  I sent the tickets and a little spending money to Pastor Duke.  He found someone in his congregation.  They enjoyed it.  Pastor Duke told me he felt it was like Christmas in October.  I was honored.

In 2014 I has tickets to see Justin Hayward of the Moody Blues at the Carolina Theatre in Raleigh.  It was the first night of the tour.  Carrie and I didn’t make it.  I passed the tickets on to Pastor Duke.  He was delighted again.   Carrie and I saw Justin a few days later in Newberry, South Carolina.  It worked out well.

A few Sundays ago Carrie and I were at Faith Harbor for the service.  It was great.  We had communion at the end of the service.

Pastor Duke looked out at the congregation as the serving was near a close.  He turned and asked boldly…”Does anyone need to be served from their seat?”  He wanted to make sure everyone was served.

Pastor Duke is a servant of God.  And I am glad I know the man.

I dare say this was the first time in the history of mankind that the word “knuckleheads” was ever printed in a church newsletter.  Amen to that!

Speaking the rights

Danny Johnson

It is official.  Spring is here.  I am delighted.  On Saturday I cleaned the back porch.  Scrubbed it down…every inch of it.  Table and chairs got it too.  The place looks great.  We will be hosting Easter vittles this Sunday and if someone wants to sit on the back porch they can do it.  Someone will.  Believe me.

Billy Joel is on the stereo.  I took a notion to bring an old stereo out here for the season.  It was a good idea.  Music on the porch.  Not bad.  My dear wife, Carrie, and I saw Billy Joel sing once.  It was the Face to Face Tour with him and Elton John.  Talk about sitting back and listening to the background music of your life.  That was this concert.  I have always enjoyed their music.  None of it ever really stirred me, save a few obscure Elton John tunes that completely take me in.  Elton’s Empty Garden, Ticking, and Breaking Hearts are a few of my favorites.  Don’t ask me why I love three songs that are as sad a Elton can get.

The bass line on Billy Joel’s Say Goodbye to Hollywood is amazing.  Many of his songs have strong bass tones.  If I had not just finished time making in music in a studio myself, I would never notice.  That is what paying attention to overall sound will do to you.  It is not a bad thing.  I remember on time I was recording and when I do, well, I hear everything.  That night I put on The Moody Blues’ Your Wildest Dreams, a song I have listened to since I was a senior in high school.  For whatever reason I heard more depth and sounds I had never heard before.  I wasn’t even using headphones.  It was amazing.

Did I say it was good to be back on the porch?  It is.

I even came up with the idea for a project that will feature the porch as a backdrop out here.  Might come to be.  Might not.  We shall see.

I was glad to see Sergio Garcia win The Masters.  This will energize Surge and he will make some more noise for no other reason than the weight of a major is off…a Masters at that…and if things were extra gravy a week ago, the gravy just got sweeter.  1 for 75 in majors is nothing to be ashamed of.  0 for 75 in majors is nothing to be ashamed of.  I would like to play in ONE major other than the Corner King Classic.

It is a little cool out here tonight.  It is getting dark and cooler by the minute.  Time to go in.  We’ll be back though.  And it will indeed be a good time.

Speaking the Rights…

Danny Johnson

Is there a more beautiful golf course than Augusta National?

I wish I could see it one time.  I never will.  I know that.

One of my favorite stories is that of a famous son of Georgia whom thought he got an invitation to join Augusta National.  He called his buddies one after the other.  Got no response.  Finally one of them answered.  Turned out they were all together…ready to laugh at him on speaker phone.  They concocted his invitation and sent it.  They laughed.  It was a cruel joke…but a good one.

What about Charley Hoffman today?  Can he keep it up?

Might.

Might not.

Speaking the rights.

Danny Johnson

This picture was taken this morning…

It was a beautiful sunrise.

My dear wife, Carrie, and I also saw some interesting wildlife this morning.

Trying to catch the dolphins rising to  the surface of the water is very difficult.  Even better this morning was something Carrie and I had never seen in any off our NC travels.  We saw a humpback whale this morning.  It came out of the water much like a dolphin but it was huge.  Its tail was larger than the dolphins coming up and out of the water.  It also spouted off at the blowhole on several occasions and it was a significant amount of moisture being spouted off!  We were delighted and a bit taken “a back” if you will.

The sunrise yesterday morning was impressive.  I took a photo yesterday that I really enjoyed and that is hard to do.

It may look like just another picture at sunrise to some.  For me, it was just plain cool.

My mother has been on my case a bit about writing more while I am out of town.  Truth is, I have been reading for a change instead of writing.  I read the recently published autobiography of Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys.  It was a good read.  It was painful at times.  The guy has been through it, let me tell you.  I don’t think I have read the words of a more humbled music artist. That he is still here making music is a miracle.  I believe that.

Though I was never a great Beach Boys fan, I didn’t turn them off the radio if I heard them.  That sound is a part of the fabric of the culture of this country.  A piece of fabric we could use some more of.  It was an optimistic sound.  There was a tone of what was possible to accomplish.  There was a great deal of that in music then.

I wrote about Carrie and I seeing Brian Wilson last year at the Tanglewood Shed.  It was a special concert in a special place.  I appreciated that afternoon much more after I read this book.  Brain Wilson mentioned The Moody Blues in the book.  He too mentioned them by name as well.  He says he likes them.  The man is pretty smart.

Take care and Love and Mercy to you.

Speaking the rights.

Danny Johnson

My dear wife, Carrie, and I are in North Carolina for Spring Break.  With all that is going on back home again in Indiana, it seems just a bit odd to be here…but I do think we are supposed to be here.  That is all I will say about that.

Carrie and I are at our spot along the North Carolina shore.  Yesterday we went to church at Faith Harbor United Methodist Church.  Rev. Duke Lackey is the pastor and we think the world of him.

A lady at church asked why we come back year after year.  We told her we enjoyed the area that much and we never tire of coming down here.  After I pondered on the yearbook answer that was given, I realized I should have looked at the lady and said, “You do.”  Well, maybe not her in particular.  The folks here are folks we can relate to and feel very comfortable with.  Last Friday I spoke to an 11th grade English class about a variety of things regarding literature.  I told them they are drawn to characters that A.  Remind them of themselves and B. Remind them of who they want to be like.  That is how it is here for us.  Carrie and I were in Chicago last month.  We had a good time.  We spent three nights and were ready to come home.  When we pack up the car on Saturday and make one last sweep around the place we are staying to make sure we have not forgotten anything, we will look around and sigh.  This place is not easy to leave.

When we leave and come back it won’t look the same.  The way to get here, this barrier island, is over a “swing bridge”.  This bridge is two lanes and swings 90 degrees to allow water craft through the sound side of the island.  This is quaint…but it is also bad if there is an emergency.  If a soul needs 10 minutes of care for their health, that 10 minutes can come and go without the hope of getting down the road to medical care it may need.

I love the old bridge, personally.  The grooves in the bridge make a sound as your tires ride over it that is unmistakable.  I will miss that.  The high rise bridge, there is one on the other end of the island, is to be completed by September 2019.

A view of the bridge as you go over it toward the island.

The bridge moving to allow water craft to pass.

Like this.

Carrie and me toward the ocean side.

Carrie and me with the bridge behind us on the sound side.

Carrie looking for shells this morning.

The sunrise was beautiful this morning.

Of course, Carl is here.

He read all about the Tarheels beating Kentucky yesterday.

And he inspected the shells Carrie brought up from the beach.  He approved.

Work on the new bridge.

I hope and pray all is as well as it can be back home in Indiana.

Speaking the rights.

Danny Johnson

March madness.  The tourney is here.  College Basketball’s Sweet Sixteen is as sweet as it can be.  I get a kick out of telling folks I have seen at least 68 of the FBS college football teams play in person and then tell them I have never seen a college basketball game.

Here’s the thing.  By the time football season is over I am tired.  My eyes are tired.  I have to give them a break.  A month and a half after the Super Bowl is played, March Madness, the college basketball tourney comes around and I enjoy a few weeks of basketball.

It wasn’t always like this.  Once upon a time I used to watch Indiana games on TV and I would watch the Louisville Cardinals on TV and I would watch the Kentucky Wildcats on TV.  The Hoosiers were on Channel 4, then Channel 41 when we moved to Harrison County.  Chuck Marlowe called the games. The Louisville Cardinals were on Channel 11 and Dave Conrad called the games.  The Wildcats were on Channel 3.  I think Tom Hammond and Joe Dean called many of those games.  Probably Cawood Ledford was doing them before Tom Hammond.  Local teams played on local stations with local announcers.  It was all very simple.  It was all very nice.  I miss those games.   That is what we watched.  We didn’t have 100 stations to choose from.

Not long ago I was rattling off names of old Kentucky Wildcat players to a friend I have not know that long…he is a Wildcat fan.  He was amazed that I knew who Charles Hurt and Fred Cowan were.  Cards I miss are Roger Burkman and Darrell Griffith.  They were fun to watch.  My favorite Indiana Hoosiers were Kent Benson, Scott May, Ted Kitchell, and Steve Alford.  I sure hope Alford is the Hoosiers new coach.  I would finally go to a game if he was the head coach.  Well, maybe not.

I don’t dislike basketball.  I was never very good at playing it.  When I played in a summer league in my early teens I once scored 8 points in one game against South Central.  I hit a shot at Springs Valley and was fouled.  I made my free shot.  I scored at Salem too.  I don’t think I scored in any of the games at home.  I didn’t play much in those home games.  Parents came to home games…not road games.  Had the coach, our high school varsity coach at the time, played me at home there would have surely been parents wondering what on earth the coach was doing.  I have no beef there.

Basketball was also tough for me to play.  I have asthma.  Stuffy, hot gyms…there were no air conditioned gyms in those days….were not kind to my pipes.  I didn’t get to play football my 7th grade year because I could not breathe well enough to do it.   It was awful.

I hate that I won’t be able to stay awake to watch the Purdue Boilermakers play tonight.  The start at 9:40ish.  That is too late for this old boy.

I truly enjoy watching this tourney.  I have a bracket.  It stinks this year.  Some years I have done quite well for a guy that never watches many if any games before the madness starts.  I do read though.  I read newspapers.  I keep up that way.  It is easier than watching the games and giving my eyes more work.

Go UCLA…Go Steve Alford!  Go straight to Bloomington after your last game at Westwood.  Leave that traffic…say goodbye to Route 210 and come back to highway 46.   There is a difference.  This is Indiana.  I hope that still means something.

Speaking the rights.

Danny Johnson

Now and again I reach out for some inspiration.  Not far from my desk is a stack of football cards.  I rarely touch them.  On my music collection shelf is the CD “The Concert for New York”.  That was the show we watched  after September 11th as we wiped away tears and were reminded why we love our country. The football cards I picked to feature are Roger Staubach from 1978 and Walter Payton from 1977.  In 1978 Roger Staubach, Captain America, led the Cowboys to Super Bowl XIII where they played and were defeated by the Pittsburg Steelers.  Walter Payton led the Bears to playoffs for the first time in my young life.  I was nine.  Walter, from my parents’ native Mississippi, was tearing the league up.  I would say he is the player I miss watching more than anyone, with the exception of Ken Anderson….my quarterback.  Around the corner is Walter Cronkite.  He too is not far away on the bookshelf.  We need you now, Walter.

I suppose I enjoy getting some of my old relics out, like ball cards, music, and the countenance of a news man we could trust.  If for nothing else, just to remind myself of a better place in time.  I remember watching Walter Cronkite and David Brinkley and John Chancellor deliver news and show us sights and sounds around the world that made me think “man, I sure am glad that ain’t going on here”.  Look…I am no puritan.  I know this country has had its share of growing pains.  Most of them were needed, as many growing pains are.

I love this country.  I don’t like what I see from her right now.  The Russians must be laughing at the Cold War we are playing on ourselves.  US vs THEM I can relate to.  US vs. US looks scary and sad and, well, pathetic.  Right now our country is pretty pathetic.

The threat is nearly invisible in ordinary ways. It is a crisis of confidence. It is a crisis that strikes at the very heart and soul and spirit of our national will. We can see this crisis in the growing doubt about the meaning of our own lives and in the loss of a unity of purpose for our nation.

The erosion of our confidence in the future is threatening to destroy the social and the political fabric of America.    

President Jimmy Carter July 15, 1979

Tonight I exposed myself, on purpose, to the US vs. US mentality that is ripping this country apart.  The news media is the chief culprit.  Walter Cronkite is gone as if he never existed.  While I was exercising (3 miles on the elliptical and some weightlifting) this evening I tuned into CNN around 6:50 PM.  Wolf Blitzer is not easy for me to look at or listen to.  What he was talking about was the Federal Judge in Hawaii overturning the President Trump-laden “Travel Ban”.  That was the lead story at the top of the hour on the show hosted by Erin Burnett.  She is even more difficult to listen to than Wolf. Where have you gone Campbell Brown? You were better for news than you are for education.  Anyway, Erin Burnett started in on the travel ban too.  I then turned it over to Fox News and watched as their host, a lady-person, and Brit Hume and another guy started in on Rachel Maddow of MSNBC and how she produced two pages of Donald Trump’s 2005 tax return and gave details of it just last night.  The Fox News bunch grilled and made issue of Rachel Maddow doing this for a long time.  And really, who cares?  How is this helping anyone?  At 7:12 Fox News got around to making mention of the travel ban overturn ruling handed down by the Federal Judge in Hawaii.  The news of this…which could affect, uh, many, was mentioned by Foxs News and swept away before the before the clock hit 7:13.  Not even a minute was given to a ruling affecting many Americans and their families and their loved ones trying to find their way.

That is where we are.  US vs. US.  United we do not stand.  The Russians must be loving it.

You have no idea how much difficulty I have writing this.  Somewhere in a creaky drawer in the Harrison County Courthouse in Corydon, Indiana there is a piece of paper with my name on it that has a capital “R” next to it.  R as in Republican.  That is more difficult to admit by the hour.

Tonight after Fox News went on and on about the “tax rates” that were assessed to Donald Trump 25ish% and Barack Obama 18ish% and Bernie Sanders 13ish%, their pictures were above their numbers, one politician, a Senator from Kentucky, he’s a doctor so you’d think he might have some sense, made a comment that Sanders needed to get his check book out and make a check out to the government in lieu of his low tax rate.  HELLO?  How stupid can one guy be?  Trump reportedly made over 150 million dollars.  I doubt Bernie Sanders will see that in a lifetime.  Economics and tax rates and paying any attention to how the real world works will tell you that folks making more pay more.  What lump of coal has this guy been hiding under?  No offense to my friends in West Virginia…Friends of Coal.

And Donald Trump?  It is difficult to call him President Trump.  But…President Trump?  Commander and Tweet.  He is a walking talking smokescreen.  How long can he keep lawmakers from getting down to the business of helping the country?  Helping people?  He just leads the media and his lackeys down one rabbit hole to the next.  It is great entertainment.  But isn’t that why we have Hollywood?  It is on the other coast.  Washington is suppose to be the antithesis of that place, isn’t it?  Well, it’s not working out that way.

Jeb Bush had it right.  He claimed that a Trump presidency would be a “chaotic” presidency.  Have you seen the looks on some of the Republican faces in Washington lately?  I give them an “A” for effort in trying to keep the party together.  It won’t last.  Trump will eventually wear everyone out.  He is not a leader.  He is an actor.  America elected an actor.  It worked out once before.  But that guy had some political experience.

The Trump phenomena puzzles me.  Did that many people not want a woman president?  Did that many people think a black president for 8 years was enough and they needed a white guy in there?  Was it Clinton fatigue?  It could not have been about an email server.  Maybe everyone already knew Trump Tower was wiretapped!  They just didn’t tell.  Yeah, right.

I am dumbfounded when I see and hear of the support Trump gets from the South.  I am child of the South.  My parents were born in Mississippi.  I almost was.  For many decades I did not hear many complimentary things about folks from the North.  Yankees were some sort of odd appendages to many folks in the South.  And now they want to support this guy?  The garbage mouth from New York City?  Was there a power outage in the bible belt when word got out about how Trump spoke of women in such a vulgar way?

What I would give to get the days back when Southern folks made issue among themselves when a Northerner said “you guys” instead of the prevailing “y’all”.  Ah, the good old days.  They days when Walter Cronkite was telling us “That’s the way it is…”  When my grandfather in Louisiana was yelling “Throw it , Roger!” when the Cowboys came to line of scrimmage.  When my grandfather in Mississippi was sitting on a front porch spitting his snuff in a Hills Brothers coffee can as he watched the wind blow and listened to the weather report on a transistor radio plastered to his ear that could barely hear.  When Walter Payton was making an entire defense lose its collective breath trying to chase him down.  When we still had World Trade Centers.  When we enjoyed the political process.  We did, you know.  That was when we got along and the Russians were not laughing at us.  They were concerned.  Not any more.

I think about John Kaisch and I want to cry.  He could have beaten Hilary Clinton.  I think I could of beaten her.  But the voice of reason doesn’t win over in the age of Tweets and Fox News junkies.

While I am sad for the kids exposed to this today, I am glad I still know the difference.  Even if some trying to lead have no clue.  Like every other sad time in our history, the ones screwing things up will be gone one day.  Learning from these current tragedies means it won’t take much time to correct.  Common sense will once again be ready to fill the void.  The rest can be worked out by folks wanting to do what is best for each other….not US vs. US.  There may be hell to pay to get there.  It usually works out that way.  In the meantime I will get wistful now and again and miss the days of “film at eleven”.  We were confident in those words.

Speaking a sad rights…

Danny Johnson