The usual Open Thread rules apply: Be concise, be charitable and, above all, be amusing.
Open Thread
- Donald R. McClarey
Donald R. McClarey
Cradle Catholic. Active in the pro-life movement since 1973. Father of three, one in Heaven, and happily married for 43 years. Small town lawyer and amateur historian. Former president of the board of directors of the local crisis pregnancy center for a decade.
So the first pressing question from the Japanese is… pumpkin pie???
I suppose I should expect it of a country that blessed us with Iron Chef!!
It’s occurred to me that the Modernists always insist on a firm and complete break with the past because of “Unity”.
Very strange.
We can also ask the Japanese why they eat Kentucky Fried Chicken for Christmas
Domo Arigato, Mr. Rub-i-o
Was stationed in Japan from September 1985 to May 1988. My first ship USS Dubuque (LPD-8) was homeported in Sasebo which is in the Nagasaki prefecture, an hour’s drive north of the city of Nagasaki.
The Japanese people are among the most polite people you will ever meet. Some of the greatest kindnesses I have ever experienced were from Japanese people. However, they also seemed viewed themselves with a sense of ethnic superiority. In the Sake Town part of Sasebo, there were bars and restaurants with signs saying “Japanese Only”. This is something utterly foreign to Americans today.
Matt Gaetz is the love child of Beavis and Butthead. Change my mind!
On a different topic (but this is open house, so I guess it’s ok): March exercise log is attached. I fast walked a total of 81 miles, rode the stationary bike 196 miles, and did 135 miles on the rowing machine during the month. Average monthly blood sugar was 95.14 mg/dL, and 90-day A1C was 4.96. The Lord is very good to this alcoholic dope fiend diabetic cardiac patient. By all normal measures, I should be dead. But if God wills it, then I shall be 68 years old on April 18th. And what’s the reason for all this exercise? Well, last weekend I took the grandchildren and grandma for 3 mile hike in the woods. The littlest one – a five year old – had to be carried for the last mile. So I put her on my shoulders and off we went up the long hill, out of the woods, into the housing development, and back home. Yes, I was very pleased grandma couldn’t keep up (that’s my vanity, I suppose), and yes, my shoulders were very sore afterwards. Indeed, during that evening’s spin on the stationary bike, my pace was off by a full minute because the quadraceps were pretty well thrashed. But God has blessed me by giving me the strength to be a grandpa. Is there any gift better than that (aside from Heaven, of course)?