Thoughts of a Common Man

The Buffalo Bills new stadium opened up about a month ago. They’ve had a practice and a couple of games, and are currently replacing the grass field because it didn’t go so well, Clumps of grass were coming up. There’s a risk of injury. How does that happen? Now, I don’t know a whole hell of a lot about grass given how my backyard looks. I spent a lot of money on grass seed. I can’t imagine how much money the new field is costing the Bills. Of course, there are a lot of people who are offering their opinion about the situation. Telling the world what they’d do different if they were in charge of the world. It’ll work out eventually, and we won’t ever know the full price tag. The thing that can’t happen is that people start tearing up their knees. If Josh Allen goes down for the year because the grass gave way we are going to hear a lot more about it. As it is now, the home opener is less than two weeks away. Took me a hell of a lot longer than that to cover up the patch of grass in my ...

It’s always weird to me how the entire tide seems to shift once we get past the Labor Day weekend. The air is crisper. School buses are slowing down the daily commute, and I start getting antsy about: The end of baseball season, and the end of golf for the year. I don’t want to shovel anything ever again so I’m keeping an eye on the weather forecasts that show: “It’s going to be a mild winter.” Seriously, that’s what I’ve heard. I pray that’s true, but September is a transition month regardless. And of course, we have to get beyond September 11th. Each year that memory steps up and smacks us all between the eyes. Hard to believe it’s been 25 years.  I was just 36 years old! Hardly seems possible, but on such a date, the memory is vivid. Work wise I was doing exactly what I do now. Sites and reports, with the same clients that I have now. I recall the news reports and making sure that the young kids running around here didn’t see much of the devastation. Seems silly now. As crazy as...

There was a panel of talking heads speaking about the ‘booming’ economy on Fox News (which is not a news show by any stretch). Basically one of them stated that anyone not making bank in this ‘booming economy’ is just a malcontent and an under-earner. Ridiculous. “People need to pull themselves up by the bootstraps,” is a wonderful thought, but it no longer applies as the deck is stacked. Jay Thomas had a great talk show (may he rest in peace) and he mentioned: “We used to take care of the less fortunate. There will always be lazy people. When they were building the pyramids there were people sitting on the sidelines saying, ‘What the hell are they doing?’ We still have those people but we also have a lot of people who are working their asses off to try and make ends meet. Working a few jobs, and side jobs, and not having much of a life at all. Malcontent? Under-earner? I’m sure the people busting their ass to keep their heads above water enjoy being made fun of, or looked down upon. T...

Apparently, Mitch McConnell is still dead and drawing a paycheck. Pedo Pig dropped more bombs on Iran even though the mission was accomplished. This was in response to Iran bombing U.S. embassies. Yeah.  Sounds like the war is over. The new bombings that Pete Kegbreath is overseeing is just a little bit of bombing before they drop the nukes. Our food supply is contaminated. Measles are back. And the project 2025 end game talks about thinning of the population. But at let we have artificial intelligence so we can look at fake photos that sell their idiotic agenda. I saw a photo that Fat Hitler put out that showed soldiers eating great meals because he was trying to counter the fact that they aren’t being fed properly. The soldier in the photo, eating a huge hamburger, (Argentina spoiled meat?), had six fingers. But football season is starting soon and America’s attentions will go in that direction. We may not even notice when they cancel the elections, or use that creepy bastard Mus...

The Good-Callaway ad problem makes one wonder what the hell goes on when it comes to making commercials or coming up with an advertising campaign. Must be a team of idiots sitting around brainstorming stupid shit. Not only didn’t someone stop the Good/Callaway garbage, but someone also greenlit such garbage as. Lemu emu And  Liberty Biberty. Seriously. Biberty? And they came up with this little stuffed animal that makes noises and says, “Biberty”. Makes my skin crawl every time. It’s an insurance commercial, right? Don’t you feel soft and fuzzy about insurance companies? When they deny the claim do they have the stuffed animal yelling “Biberty” at you? Of course, the thing about commercials is that they bet you over the head with them. Hearing, “Biberty-Biberty” thirteen times as you try to watch an hour episode of a show is kinda infuriating. Let’s not be all negative, though… …I do like the ad campaign that talks about not turning into your father. Those ads are funny. Probably c...

Rosalie, Carolyn, Mary Lou, John, Francis and James. My Dad’s family. They’re together again, in heaven, if all we’ve learned is true. My Aunt Franny passed away early on Sunday morning, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that the door has been closed here on Earth for that side of my family. That fact, hits hard for some reason, and of course, they’re all sadly missed, and they’re here for a long while yet as they’ll all be kept alive by those of us who are still here, remembering them and missing them, and laughing at their antics. I often tried to ask some of the old-timers what my Dad was like as a kid, or young man. “About what you’d expect,” one old buddy said. “Hell on wheels.” Those names I mentioned above were all characters in their own right, so it’s hard to imagine what their dinners were like. Grandpa ruled the roost, but Grandma didn’t take any shit. They were all wonderful cooks. They all were hardworking and funny. They’re all missed for sure. The thought that Dad’s famil...