My grandmother cooked a big chicken dinner for her family the night before her brain surgery in 1993. She was a truly special person. It was ultimately the final time she could act on her own terms — a last meal. And it typified the kindness and bravery within her.
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My first night in the dorm, I cut the lights, laid in bed and listened to a guy hollering outside the door. What was this new, weird world? I stepped into the hallway on the third floor of the Lipscomb Dormitory off Baxter Street in Athens and a guy blazed by me dressed in only white underwear. But he was wrapped heavily in toilet paper. He slid like he was stealing second base and stood up at the end of the hall, laughing in between Ric Flair “woos!”
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I heard something in the house last Monday night, but I chose to ignore it. Of course, as a child, my imagination would sometimes run wild. I remember nighttime creaks and groans striking my chest the way a thrill ride does, that awful drop. Get that feeling, when your heart beats like a hummingbird, and reasoning flutters away. Those strange creaks are suddenly solid proof that a ghost or wild-haired madman is waiting on the other side of the living room door. [Full Story »]
May 8, 2012: “Nevada’s DMV handed Google the very first U.S. license for a driverless vehicle on Monday, following 2011 legislation in the state to allow test-driving of vehicles capable of piloting themselves.” — Time Techland
May 13, 2012:“The rapper Tupac Shakur, who died 16 years ago, grabbed global headlines again last month when his hologram walked on stage at the Coachella music festival and started singing.” Research and Development News
(Blog entry from the year 2045) So, I told my smart car to fire up “Skyrockets in flight, afternoon delight.” Then I set my car pillow at my knees to keep the pressure off my aching back. I told the car to “cue holograms,” then added “polite conversation” — “make it about the beach.” [Full Story »]
Simply reading the right book won’t make me a good dad. There’s a whole lot more to it than that. But avoiding the good advice of others doesn’t exactly help either. I certainly don’t know it all when it comes to parenting — not by a long shot.