Inauguration Day

No doubt that there were Americans that didn’t regard today as anything but mundane. Some have been overheard to mutter that inauguration day is no more than an exchange of politicians, all liars and “the same old thing.” Well Bubbie is not one of them. Though Bubbie did not vote for the statuesque man at the podium with his left hand on the bible, Lincoln’s bible, his right hand in the air; Bubbie cannot cast aside the feeling of hope, hope for a better America in his heart. In Bubbie’s view, you can’t deny the ugliness of racism, especially within the lifetime of Martin Luther King Jr., and appreciate the significance of the inauguration of President Obama. Let's get off on a good foot; start anew, raise the bar, and work together to build America back into a prestigious country, a world leader that stands for good.

Sign, Sign, Everywhere a Sign

Uncle Bubba drove to town. He turned from the hard road out on to the 4 lane and wound up his ol’ pickup, stabbed ‘er into 4th and motored on. “My Lord!” he thought, “When times are good our senseless leaders do spend some money.” as he noticed the plethora of signage littering the roadsides. Good God almighty, have we become so dumb that we need large yellow diamond shaped signs telling us that the speed limit is going to change, just prior to the slower speed limit signs? Some of those suckers are so big they take two posts to hold them up. As he slowed from 55 mph to 45 mph to the town speed limit of 35 mph he passed 4 signs within a couple hundred yards to let him know what 2 signs did before. Yessir, now we need a sign between two signs to tell us that the next sign is going to be differ’nt.

Well, in Bubbie’s view, during the housing bubble the tax revenue flowed like an overflowing river after a spring thaw. Our commissioners and such had an abundance of money and a scarcity of vision. They spent it all. On signs.

Today, Lucky Today!

In Bubbie’s view, TODAY he is the luckiest man on the face of the earth. He supposes that it may be that he has lived just long enough to see the braided threads that create the colorful fabric personifying his life's history and the advantage of a vision that enables him to see far beyond his corporeal senses. Of course there may be an evangelical southern preacher or two that will declare that there is no such thing as luck, that God has blessed us all and fate dances with faith to a silent tune heard only by babies, madmen, and prophets. True as that may be, Bubbie doesn’t pay that much mind for fear of silencing the vibrant song in his own heart--you know, like finding love only when you stop looking for it. He knows what he knows and today he knows that a secret may not be truly a secret, only a sound that cannot be heard by all. He knows who is playing his tune. He knows that TODAY he is happily floating in grace with his head bumping against the sky blue sky. As he bumpity-bumps along, the vibration will create a precipice between the cotton clouds that he can slip through--rising to the next level. He also knows the rhetorical result, that he hasn’t lived long enough to know what’s coming next and peace abides in the moment were he also holds his attention. TODAY, RIGHT NOW, THIS MOMENT!

Bad Little Kitty

Uncle Bubba found a cat. It was old, scrawny, and haggard but it had all the appearances of potentially being a cool cat. As it turned out, it had been left for dead several times and was virtually alone. He brought it in an nurtured it, fed and watered it, tended to it wounds. Before long it began to grow healthy and in spite of its quirks Uncle Bubba grew more fond of it. Unfortunately as it's strength came back it would occasionally nip and scratch at Bubbie until one day he was floored as it pounced on him and bit him hard! It was then that he realized why the cat was alone when he found him. Not only that but he hated cats! In Bubbie's view, that potentially cool cat turned out to be just a miserable ol' pussy.