People think that the older a person is the wiser they are. In most instances, yes. There are times however you surprise yourself and others with what you do/did not know.
I never heard the term hump day till I lived in Key West. Maybe I was the blind in this instance who could not see.
I noticed several yeas ago how many times hump day would appear in writings on wednesday. Recognizing Key West was a little of the wall, I assumed the term had to do with sex.
I wrote that everyone should enjoy the sex that hump day denoted.
Next day, I was buried with comments. Hump day had nothing to do with sex. It was a a term given to the middle of the work week. Half over.
I was disappointed. I would have preferred it had to do with sex.
My podcast last night. Tuesday Talk with Key West Lou. Enjoyed commenting on matters that I thought required discussion/analysis.
First, money. The continued plight of the middle class and the inability of millennials to purchase a home because of a lack of funds.
Then, Trump. He ate up a lot of my show time. Required. The story grows with each passing day.
I covered Trump’s trip, the Russia investigation, Trump and Jared Kushner, and finally Trump, Kushner and Blackstone. The last item revealing.
One of the great poets of all time was born this date in 1819. Walt Whitman. His best known works “Leaves of Grass” and “O Captain, My Captain.”
I consider “O Captain, My Captain” his best work. Concerned Abraham Lincoln’s death. Set forth Whitman’s deep sorrow.
I was a history major. Especially loved the Civil war. Could not learn enough about it.
In an English literature course in my junior year, the professor spent much time analyzing “O Captain, My Captain.” I paid special attention and absorbed everything I could learn about the work.
Fortunately. The poem was a major question on the final examination.
Let me share a bit of this special work.
“O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done. The ship weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won. The port is near, the bells the people all exalting…..O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dark…..rise up and hear the bells; Rise for you the flag is flung – for you the bugle trills.”
Capitalizations, spelling and punctuation as set forth in the original of the poem as published.
Trump continues to screw up. News this morning reports Trump is using an unsecured cell phone to speak with world leaders. He was giving leaders he met on his recent trip the number and telling them to call him directly.
This by the man who severely criticized Hillary for using a private mail server.
Trump does not think. Actually, the problem is he does not know. And refuses to learn!
Enjoy your day!