I’ll start with yesterday’s cat calendar because it hit close to home. It was about this time last year when we found we had Hobo Kitties taking up residence in our garage.
I was having a great conversation with my friend Steve, nothing in particular; just two old pharts laughing and having a good time comparing which joint was inflamed today. He told me of a young woman/girl with the name Le-a; asked how I’d pronounce her name. I took a stab at it and said, "Leah".
Steve was already laughing as he went on to explain how her mother was quite adamant, “It’s pronounced Ledasha!” If she’d been Jewish would it be Lehyphena?
An entire generation has been brought up while their parents were text messaging; heaven help us. Think about the possibility of this particular young woman having to deal with taking on a married name. If she finds herself in the camp of feminism, a strong identity crisis will require an additional hyphen, a means of separating her identity from that of her husband.
I went over to the polling place for the Texas Republican Primaries a while ago. There was a sign on all the doors, big bold letters, explaining that it was only for Republicans. I looked the polling official in the eye and joked, “That’s right, Democrats vote on Wednesday.” Everyone within earshot either smiled or laughed quietly in place as I presented my stand up comedian card; I mean, my voter’s registration card along with my Texas driver’s license. As yet there is no requirement to show any official photo identification in Texas; but that’s one of the items being voted on this year.
Texas state law requires I see some form of official photo identification if I perform any locksmith work; a driver’s license, passport or Block Buster Video Membership card. You’d think casting a vote would at least be as important as cutting a car key; but what do I know?
Why would any sane person be against verifying the credibility of a voter? I don’t really know; unless such a voter was known to be casting a second, third or fourth time vote on the same day, a non resident attempting to sway an election for which he/she was geographically not qualified to participate in or any number of reasons to include voting vicariously for the dearly departed.
The cat calendar neglected to mention that it’s “take a locksmith out to lunch day”. I just made that up to see if anyone bothers reading past the first paragraph.
I was on my way to make keys for a Chevy truck at one of my regular dealerships when my phone rang to let me know they’d found the key. I told them to wave at me out the front window since I was about to turn into their driveway; could be one of those days, a second Monday on the calendar this week.