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Living a happy second life!
Living a happy second life!
The first time I heard “The Party”, by Paul Laurence Dunbar, was in 1990 at my former high school’s Hall of Fame Induction. The poem was recited by Ms. Eunita Rushing, an alumna of the school, whom I had not known as such an orator. Though we honored Bernard Shaw, Reuben Cannon, Mr. T., and Lou Rawls that night, the true hit was Mr. Dunbar himself through Ms. Rushing.
Four female members of the U.S. Congress had to be mechanically added to the official photo marking the first day of the 113th Congress. If you peruse the photo, it appears that three of the late arrivals are African American. That’s them on the top steps above the others. Don’t numbers one, three and four appear to be sisters? This brings me to the conclusion that Colored People’s Time may have entered into the equation. I’m just sayin’.
New Years Eve night I had the good fortune to find a rebroadcast of the February, 2011 White House Honors Motown. President Obama, cool as ever, and First Lady Michelle, looking gorgeous in all black, sat down with the Vice President, and the rest of the dignitaries to get their groove on.
Mr. Jamie Foxx, currently of D’Jango, “the D is silent”, fame served as host, and he performed the first musical tribute to the “tempting” Temptations, assisted by Seal, John Legend, and Nick Jonas.
Today I worked out on the treadmill for the third time this week since I decided to resume the exercise I abandoned in November. I also joined a weight loss organization (for the last time) this fall and as of last week, I’ve lost a total of 16 pounds. Thanksgiving and Christmas are tough times to count calories and consequently I managed to lose nothing, but, on the other hand, I only regained one and a half pounds.
Our world is not crazy, but there are sick people in it. Maybe the beginning of the new Mayan world means that instead of ignoring them, we identify them and get them the help they need. Mentally ill people aren’t going to tell you they have crazy thoughts because they want to fit in! Our society ostracizes the mentally ill. So, they are going to marry you, go to school with you, and work at your job. Let’s insist that America spend money to treat them instead of bandaging them up and discharging them without the proper medication and followup.
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