That awkward moment

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Wisdom.

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What would Carnac do?

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Ha-Ha Clinton-Dix is the greatest football nickname ever.

I do wonder, though, what Carnac The Magnificent would have done with that name.

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I have deliberately avoided posting on here about the Ferguson grand jury decision.

So here’s my first and last post on the topic.

It’s frustrating that there won’t be a deserved fair hearing for the facts. You would think everyone involved would want such a thing. As Ezra Klein wrote, the point of a trial would have been to try to find out if everything we thought we knew about Michael Brown was wrong, or if Darren Wilson’s story was flawed in important ways. But now we’re not going to get that chance.

Just as meaningful, though, is the reaction of some people I know well. I have learned that some people are terrified of losing faith in their authority figures.

Presidents are always trustworthy, judges are always impartial, clergy are always ethical, and police are always justified in shooting.

That is all.


Going back to stir the ghosts.

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The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did. – L.M. Montgomery

Recently I revisited a place that a couple of years ago held great happiness for me, a sweet time and place, before circumstances turned bitter and sour. This is quite unlike me: I genuinely don’t know what possessed me to do so. I can’t recall what I thought it would accomplish. I sensed going in that nothing good would come out of this.

And I was right. I wished that I hadn’t. What was I thinking? Damn ghosts.

The past is never there when you try to go back. It exists, but only in memory. To pretend otherwise is to invite a mess. – Chris Cobbs

Don’t stir the ghosts without understanding that they will stir you right back.

Now I know what a ghost is. Unfinished business, that’s what.- Salman Rushdie

 


A happy part of my life ended this week.

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“Celebrate endings, for they precede new beginnings.” ~Jonathan Lockwood Huie

Regular readers know that for the better part of nineteen years I have worked in multiple capacities at KBEK 95.5 FM, the radio station my sister owns here in East Central Minnesota. (Longer, actually. I was involved with the pre-broadcast planning for the station, for several years before that.) In fact, anyone who has had more than a five-minute conversation with me knows how much I’ve always loved radio, and how much I derive from being part of it. As I’ve mentioned many times, I’m never as happy as I am when I’m on-the-air.

Sadly, that chapter has ended. The station ended broadcast operations effective midnight, March 31st. Click here for more.


Ain’t this the truth.

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