There’s a sucker born every minute

Doug LoehrIs there anyone besides me who is fed up with the ridiculous amount of false advertising, hidden clauses or surprise gimmicks used to lure the consuming suckers of this world like me into today’s market place.

It grates on my nerves when I hear a car commercial on the radio and at the end we have to hear a man’s voice go on for about 10 seconds reading the transaction disclaimer so fast that people (including me) have actually wished they could hit the rewind button on the CD player/radio hoping, just hoping the disclaimer could be heard once again.

 

The same holds true for the small print disclaimer at the bottom of a sale ad on television? Even recorded with TiVo or a VCR it’s impossible to read because the print is not only tiny, but often at a color that blends in with the background.

A few good men

Jane CollinsThe world needs more good daddies. And so I convinced my husband to join me on a twoweek service vacation at a children’s orphanage in Peru this past March with the ulterior motive of providing the kids with the chance — maybe their only one — to have a positive experience with a wonderful male role model. Fully 70 percent of the 560 kids there were fatherless and the ratio of adult women to men caring for them was roughly the same ratio you’d find at a Nordstrom shoe sale.

I was told that kind-hearted men occasionally volunteered at the orphanage but many of them were older and had the intention, but not necessarily the stamina, to play with the children. Enter my husband Mike — a guy who has raised two wonderful sons, knows his way around any sports field and has the strength to toss kids into the air at will. His very presence inspired awe among the tweens (he’s 6-feet-8), and somewhere on my hard drive I have a great picture of him surrounded by cute little Peruvian kids wearing yellow shirts, all measuring themselves against his waistline.

  • Written by Jane Collins

A guilty displeasure

Reuben MeesI feel guilty. I’ve taken to driving again and it’s been over two days since I’ve walked anywhere at all.

I’m not even getting in a halfmile perambulating to and from work and general downtown locales.

Considering in recent weeks, I walked sometimes two to three miles in a single day, that’s a lot of exercise I’m missing out on.

And for what? So I can drive a car again?

While driving can be relaxing — on rare occasions — I really don’t want the burden in my life.

  • Written by REUBEN MEES

Slogan should be created: ‘Remember Memorial Day’

Doug LoehrRemember Pearl Harbor, and never forget 9/11.

Those are two surprise attacks that can never be erased, and the list for America could go on forever if we think hard about our country’s history at war. But those are two that will never be erased from the minds of the “baby boomer” generation.

Those slogans, if you will, should be remembered this Memorial Day weekend as too many Americans truly look at this holiday as just a paid day off work.

That’s sad, because the holiday is here for good reason. Had it not been for our nation’s war veterans we would probably be working come Monday morning.

A partial solution to gas prices

Reuben Mees“I’m tired of driving; it must be time that I walk about …” 

The Beastie Boys wrote those lyrics in a song produced in 1993 — long before gasoline hit $4 a gallon.

I’ve been walking a lot these days (not entirely by choice) and it has been an enlightening experience, especially as I listen to people complain about the price of gas or watch them wince as they start filling up their tanks.

  • Written by REUBEN MEES