Well, the world is rushing headlong to Hell in a bucket, but at least there’s some good reading to be had. I enjoyed reading my friend Jack Cashill’s WND essay about the apparent dearth of gay golfers, even though I “could care less” about any athlete’s sexual preference (or “orientation,” or
My mother drummed into my brain the phrase her own mom beat into her head:
"if you can't be attractive, attract attention!"
Sounds like yeaterday's caveats are today's imperative.