Several times during the day, my dog, Charlie, makes me smile. Charlie is the only pup I’ve ever known who actually smiles in return. He is a sweetheart. Charlie’s cohort, Gracie Poochinella Pants, departed this day, one year ago. Gracie was well into her sixteenth year; roughly 100 plus years in the human experience. We miss her like crazy. Not unlike Charlie and Gracie, yours truly has lived a charmed life. For the past three decades, in fact, every waking hour, my adoring wife showers me with love and affection. We spend our days in a beautiful corner of the country; warm and welcoming. In turn, I’ve been blessed with a natural inclination toward the humorous side of life. Nothing, I assure you, equals the innate ability to make people laugh. If you can make people laugh, you can make people love. Now more than ever, people need to laugh. If I were to pop off this mortal coil tomorrow, I would have no regrets. Well, maybe a few, but like Sinatra said, “Too few to mention.” Although our Blue Speck typically spins out of control for one reason or another, this repugnant virus is deadly dangerous. Having the nastiest most vile President our country has ever produced, only makes matters worse. Still, I have faith in the human condition. Come November, we will right the wrong we’ve subjected the civilized world to; the quintessential grifter will depart the White House, only to be placed in handcuffs a short time later. Americans will nonetheless have our work cut out for us considering the moron-in-chief has defaced our beautiful country and spread evil across the globe. Even so, his underlying catchphrase, “Make America Hate Again,” will soon fall on the trash heap of horrors, along with every other despot who sought to rule the world. So, keep your chin up and love your brothers and sisters, no matter their race, creed, or color. Lastly, just to keep everything in its proper perspective: On this day in 1535, Michelangelo painted his kitchen.
J.M. Chamberlain
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