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Rep. G.A. Hardaway, D-Memphis, is sponsoring the current attempt to further lower the sales tax on groceries.

Former Rep. David Fowler, now of the Family Action Council, has a very thoughtful and thorough look at all sides of this proposal.  Although I often disagree with Fowler because of his alliance with conservative social causes, he’s absolutely spot-on with his analysis of what legislators are up against with this vote.

For Legislators, it’s a damned-if-you-do, damned-if-you-don’t decision.  Those who vote against the reduction will be painted as tax-and-spenders, while those who vote for it will bear the blame for an irresponsible decision leading to further painful cuts in services provided to Tennesseans — education, health care, public safety, etc.

Read Fowler’s piece, and keep it in mind when the issue heats up later on.

We spent the last week in rural northern Michigan, right on the coast of the big lake.  At right is Portage Lake (connected to Lake Michigan by a short channel), frozen over, and dotted with ice shanties.

I confess that I don’t understand the fascination with ice fishing, but I do appreciate the scenic qualities of the little huts dotting the ice.  Some of those folks are plumb crazy, staying out there until the ice all along the shore has melted in the Spring.  Watching them figure out how to get off the ice is amusing, but that’s a Spring Break story.

We skied a full day at Crystal Mountain on Thursday, having a fabulous time in pristine conditions.  Mostly though, we spent the week visiting HWTFM’s mom and brothers.

The drive is one that I particularly enjoy this time of year; from Indianapolis northward, it’s all rural highway, rather than interstate.  The small towns between South Bend and Kokomo really decorate for the holidays, so the lights against the winter landscape are just beautiful.

This morning, we return to real life — the college kids have gone back to UT, the younger two are back in school.  However, I can dream of snow days, hoping that we see a few  this year.

I’ve had a wonderful week with my parents, both sisters, and my youngest sister’s husband and two boys… we had a ton of fun.  LK’s boys are just a few years younger than my girls, so Delta gets a chance to be the big one for a while.  They’ve played Halo 3 and other assorted XBox games well into the night at my mother’s house, and engaged in some sort of Wii free-for-all at our house Wednesday afternoon.

With the kids all thoroughly entertained, that gave the adults a little time to just sit and catch up.  I enjoyed that.

Somewhere along the line — probably in those last few days of frantic shopping — I picked up a gift that I’d just as soon return: a cold.  The good old-fashioned winter cold, complete with aches and a feeling that my throat has been stripped raw.  But, it’s okay — I have my tea, and my schedule today is light.  Tomorrow, LK and her crew will drive back to Houston; Alpha’s returning to her apartment at UT tonight.

Middle sister KD is going back to Bristol on Sunday.  It was wonderful to see them all, to know that everyone is thriving.

I’ve missed my friends this week, but after the hectic schedule of the holiday subsides, we’ll plan a quiet evening somewhere along the way.  It’s about time.  Might have to learn to play Texas Hold-Em, so that HWTFM can get some use out of that spiffy new card set.

Next week, we’ll get to visit with siblings and cousins from HIS side of the family — and another good time will be had by all.

Sometimes, despite the best of planning, the most organized advance effort for the perfect gift, something goes wrong.  Yeah, that’s how my day has gone.

Back in November, I ordered Gamma’s gift.  You know, that very special jacket with a name embroidered on the front, the school’s letter, a sport emblem (golf, in this case), and the last name in carpet-like letters on the back?

It was due to be ready on December 20, but there was a bit of a delay.  So, when I went to pick it up today, the poor young fellow came out and said, "there’s a problem."

Heck yeah, there’s a problem.  They misspelled her name — front and back.  It wasn’t the local store’s fault; they had it correctly spelled (in several places) on the order form.  The company they get the jackets from messed it up.

The store is making it right, but the problem is, this was a Christmas present.  Cold weather is here, and I know she’d love to show it off to her cousins on Christmas Day (they’re both younger athletes, so this would be impressive to them).  So, it will be made right, but not for a few more weeks.

Dang.  Now what do I do for Christmas?

O, the weather outside is frightful… dreary, rainy, and just useless.  Six days before Christmas, it should be snowing — and don’t give me any song and dance about global warming, since most of this part of the globe is under a frightful winter storm.  Even Malibu.

So, my Frivolous Friday Friends, I’ve conjured up a little cyber-snow of my own.  On Sunday, it’s supposed to get colder here, so maybe we might have weather more like Christmas soon.

My skis are waxed and ready.

For me, this is a season of wonder and joy.  My older girls are home from college, the younger two are filled with excitement — baking gingerbread cookies, decorating the tree, looking forward to visits with extended family that we don’t see near often enough.  There have been holiday parties with our friends, and a few quiet evenings to ourselves.

My sister called last night from Houston to ask what I want for Christmas, but I don’t really have an answer.  I have all that I need, and really don’t have many wants.  What I want is to enjoy her visit next week, to play with her children, and be thankful that my loved ones are doing well.

Joy is not a product of economic circumstance, though having one’s basic needs met certainly makes it much easier.   That said, some of the happiest, most joyful, grateful people I’ve ever met live in a little mountaintop village in Mexico; though they live in one or two-room abodes, with a single telephone in the entire village and electricity so scant that they have to choose between powering the refrigerator or turning on a light, they wake up every day praising God for what he provides. 

In that village, a hot water heater is a 50-gallon drum on the roof, pre-heated by the sun.  To take a hot shower, the father builds a small fire beneath the drum filled with rainwater.

In this country, we have so much more, but happiness is more elusive for some.  It’s a choice, I think, but one that some folks simply don’t realize that they have.  As the holidays approach, observing others’ joy can lead to depression and envy; in the worst cases, those attributes can actually drive away the real treasures — love, friendship, sharing, and gratitude. 

Many have noticed in the past few weeks that the online activity over at the dead-tree daily has gotten downright ugly.  I cannot begin to explain why the management of the paper has allowed this, as it’s a poor reflection upon them.  However, the story behind the story is a sad one — of how one individual’s poor choices, bitterness and envy destroyed all that really mattered.

I will not tell Boater’s story to the world, but for my friends who are wondering, log in as a registered user to continue reading.  If you’re not registered, e-mail me and I might send it. 

I’ve been pondering on a piece for days, but looking for an elusive code snippet that will let me put part of the post out for public view, while keeping part of it available only to a chosen few.

So this is a test of that new plugin.  I’ve been learning a new language along the way, because while there’s a ton of good open-source stuff out there, there are a few things I’ve wished for that just don’t seem to exist.  Or, at the very least, I’d like to be able to modify some of what’s already out there.

I’ve already accomplished some of what’s been bugging me, but here’s the test of this new toy:

Tribune Co. filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy today — the owners of eight major daily newspapers, including the Los Angeles Times, Chicago Tribune and Baltimore Sun.

Last week, the Tennessean laid off 92 people.  The News-Sentinel has recently downsized, eliminating some sections and changing to a smaller format.

Close to home, Gatehouse Media, the parent company of the Oak Ridger, has seen their stock fall from $8.96 per share on Dec. 10 of last year, to 6.9 cents per share just now — less than one-hundredth of the value it represented one year ago.

Jack McElroy of the Sentinel opines that it’s not a lack of readership or faith in the traditional media that is driving the woes, but rather a significant change in their real revenue source:

the problems the newspaper business is facing are due primarily to changes in advertising, especially classified ads, which lend themselves to online searching. Ads pay the bills at newspapers, and when there are fewer ads or they are selling for lower prices, it’s harder to pay the bills.

 

It costs more to print the dead-wood edition than it used to, and it costs more to deliver it.  The online edition is far cheaper to produce and distribute (and for people like me, brings the added value of not having to pick it up after being strewn all over the kitchen table or living room, then hauled out to the recycle box).

Competition from sites like eBay, Craigslist, CarSoup and others are probably part of the issue, but for some, credibility remains an issue.  When local papers lust for the sensationalism of a tabloid, credibility flies out the window.

Many online newspapers allow reader comments at the end of stories, but this requires vigilance in moderating such comments, as people can and do vent with impunity.  The Sentinel does a decent job of moderating, as evidenced by the many "comment removed by site staff" entries that appear daily.  Unfortunately, the Oak Ridger does not.

It pains me to enjoy the apparent demise of my local paper, but there is hope: with the audacity of youth and sweat equity, one locally-owned, locally-operated newspaper is prepared to weather the storm.

I’ve said before and still believe, Oak Ridgers are intelligent enough to read more than one newspaper.  But only if both are worth reading.

The day that will live in infamy.

It was, up until 9/11/01, the most horrific day that any living person could remember.  We were attacked, completely without warning or provocation, and gravely wounded.

But we are the United States; we calculated our response and executed.  It may not have been swift, but it was certain and decisive.   So many of our "greatest generation" warriors are gone now, but to those of you who remain, thank you.

You taught America and the world that we are not to be trifled with.  That we are strong, resilient, and capable.   As we navigate these times of great uncertainty, it is imperative to remember what you taught us.

I remember.  I will strive to be like you.

1.      Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me, either. Just leave me the hell alone.

2.      The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and a leaky tire.

3.      It’s always darkest before dawn. So if you’re going to steal your neighbor’s newspaper, that’s the time to do it.

4.      Don’t be irreplaceable; if you can’t be replaced, you can’t be promoted.

5.      No one is listening until you make a mistake.

6.      Always remember you’re unique, just like everyone else.

7.      Never test the depth of the water with both feet.

8.      It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.

9.      It is far more impressive when others discover your good qualities without your help.

10.     If you think nobody cares if you’re alive, try missing a couple of car payments.

11.     Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you’re a mile away and you have their shoes.

12.     If at first you don’t succeed, skydiving is not for you.

13.     Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish and he will sit in a boat & drink beer all day.

14.     If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.

15.     Don’t squat with your spurs on.

16.     If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.

17.     If you drink, don’t park. Accidents cause people.

18.     Some days you are the bug, some days you are the windshield.

19.     Good judgment comes from bad experience and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.

20.     The quickest way to double your money is to fold it in half and put it back in your pocket.

21.     Timing has an awful lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.

22.     A closed mouth gathers no foot.

23.     Duct tape is like the force: it has a light side and a dark side, and it holds the universe together.

24.     There are two theories to arguing with women. Neither one works.

25.     Generally speaking, you aren’t learning much when your mouth is moving.

26.     Experience is something you don’t get until just after you need it.

(courtesy of the godfather)