Richy Rich

A woman sits with a friend at a Starbuck’s table at the Towson Town Center. She’s wearing her mall gear: A tailored gray fleece jacket, yoga pants, a Burberry bag, and blonde pony tail.

Her friend asks: “How many millions of dollars do you think they have?”

Tailored Burberry Blonde: “Between the two of them?”

She pauses to consider the finances of the couple they are discussing. “It’s not like they have 20 or 30 million. Maybe closer to five.”

They both sip their five-buck drinks, and then diss’  a house the couple now has up for rent.

TBB  concludes. “It’s not as big as my parent’s house. It only has a one-car garage.”


Overheard at Panera Bread

Two children and father sitting at the next table:

“Dad, why do babies teethe?”

The father sipped his coffee a moment and thought. “Well, it provides comfort. They are in pain, and when they have something to press on it doesn’t hurt so much. Does that make sense?”

The moment of worldly wisdom passed when he pulled out the iPad and set up a game for the kids to play. He then scrolled his thumb across the screen of his smartphone. And the kids’ eyes glazed over as they pressed and pressed on the slightly larger iPad screen. And pressed.

And pressed.

Why Words Matter

I saw a documentary the other day about the 24 hours after the attack on Pearl Harbor.  The narrative showed a copy of the speech President Franklin D. Roosevelt was set to deliver via radio.

The opening line of the draft: “Yesterday, December 7, 1941, a date which will live in world history, the United States of America was simultaneously and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.”

FDR edited the opener to read: “Yesterday, December, 7, 1941, a date that will live in infamy . . .”

And made history with one stroke of his pen.