I’m not even keeping track of the news this week…. My brother gets the New York Times every day. I opened it only once this week.
I needed a break from all the bad news anyway.
Tonight we were watching old re-runs of 60 Minutes, and after about an hour, or so of watching, I got very depressed. It was painful to be reminded of how horrible the economy is; how gloomy the job-market has looked – though it’s getting better. But hearing all the sad stories of people without any money, no jobs, being foreclosed on….. Although it is always upsetting to hear these heartbreaking stories, it was especially very upsetting tonight.
Even though I am not worried about finding work, it’s very unnerving to hear the stories of people who have been laid-off for over a year and still have no work. And I actually RESIGNED from a job!
I thought for a moment tonight: Am I nuts? And I answered myself: Well yes, just a little!
Seriously, I’m not really nuts. And it was not nutty to resign from the horrible job I had! Truly, that job would send me to the grave earlier than necessary had I stayed one day longer. Either that, or I fought the system via the EEOC. I really didn’t want to do that.
I couldn’t pretend to be happy working there anymore. Just because it’s a job, is not enough for me. I can’t just have a “job” for the sake of a job. Why should I spend my working hours being miserable, working with people who are miserable – and with people who are just miserable period? It felt dishonest and it felt like I was purposely hurting myself.
A lot of people hate work. I want to love my work. I have always loved my work, and I still do. I was allowing the environment – the negative and demeaning environment – to cause me to hate my work, and to not want to give my best. I began to resent giving them my best work, when I realized that I knew I had to get out of there.
Too many people stay at a job because they think they have no choice but to stay. I understand that, but I cannot do it. It goes against my nature. And, if I don’t care about my well-being, who will?
So, that leads me to Creative Whack 13, Look to Nature. These Creative Whacks, you may recall, were
created by Roger von Oech, who has a few wonderful products that stimulate creative thinking. I love his Creative Whack Pack and plan to discuss all 64 of them here, eventually.
So, what does look to nature mean? To me, it means many things. Most importantly it means, not denying or defying your own nature and instincts.
“Let nature by your guide,” is the first sentence on the card. It’s taken me a while, but I understand now that I must follow my instincts. When I don’t follow my instincts I get into trouble.
It’s not easy to allow nature or intuition be the guide. I certainly don’t always make the right decisions or take the right road, that’s for sure. And, I can be impulsive. I always work on that.
My decision to leave a job that was making me so unhappy was something I had to do despite all the risks. I had to ask myself if I was being impulsive. I truly can say: No, I was not. I’ve spent the last four and a half years being miserable – too long.
What I need help with is strength. Staying strong. Staying the course without undermining my success with fear of the unknown; or maybe, fear of success?
In order for nature to help, it’s important to clarify what the problem is.
I do need to think with a bit more clarity about what problem I need to solve. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be strength to get me to my next job – my next big thing.
The roots of trees say strength to me. I love trees, especially the big, old ones
The root systems that support the great Cypress trees and support all the things that live within the branches of the tree: The birds. The bird nests. The leaves. The squirrels that make the tree home. The animals and the insects that trust the tree. That is a good model for me.
Now, there’s something I need…..
And this day, like so many other December 25’s in Florida, is HOT!
Merry Christmas to those who observe it, and best wishes for a happy 6th (I think) day of Chanukah, too.
It’s a very quiet morning. Relaxing. Nice.
Well, Jazz is having a bad morning. My brother’s dog, the gigantic puppy, Buster, as usual, relentlessly pursues Jazz, egging him on with a push of his paw and a little nip on the rear end. When that doesn’t move Jazz, Buster jumps in the air in a “U” shape – his four legs straight up from the ground – go up and over Jazz, only to land and have his legs nipped at by Jazz’s jaws…. snapping, snapping, snapping… Buster is too fast and Jazz’s snapping isn’t precisely aimed but sometimes he manages to get a hold of some part of Buster’s skin. Jazz’s snapping jaws, though they aim at Buster in rapid-fire snaps like a machine gun gone ballistic, don’t do any harm to him though.
It’s hilarious to see them. I can’t decide if Jazz is playing or if he’s petrified because his tail wags but his eyes roll back in his head and his lips stay permanently in place, over his gums. Buster is absolutely playing, that’s clear…. The verdict is still out on Jazz’s level of enjoyment.
This morning the grass was dewy and Jazz refused to step out on the big-grass-john in the backyard. So I picked him up and walked him out further in the grass, getting my fuzzy slippers nice and wet – I put him down on the grass, but he immediately tip-toed away, gingerly in the grass like a ballet dancer with a broken toe, back to the patio and dry ground. He tiptoed, broken-toed style, through the screen door and to the pool area where he proceeded to do you know what right by the pool.
The morning is quiet. Mom and my brother are reading the paper – the New York Times. And a John Wayne movie is on the TV, in the background.
Last night we watched the Oldie Goldie movie “Margie.” It was shot in 1946, and shows a grown-up Margie reminiscing about her high school years in the 1920’s, to her teen-aged daughter.
The setting was 1928 and a young Margie, a senior in high school, keeps losing her “bloomers” to great dramatic effect. Seriously, the elastic in her bloomers broke three times in the movie! It wasn’t really a theme – ha! Or any sub-plot, per se, but each loss of one of her errant bloomers did push the plot ahead. One especially “dramatic” bloomer loosening happened on the ice-skating rink. To cover the embarrassment of losing her bloomers, Margie feigns fainting.
Oh Fiddlesticks! was Margie’s refrain when things were confusing or got out of hand – or when one’s bloomers were unruly.
Of course today it would be, “Oh, isn’t this a farting-fuck! Shit, I lost my thong,” purposely getting as many swear words into the sentence as possible then publicly pronouncing and publishing the event all over Facebook. Whereas Margie, humiliated, horrified, is overcome with tears at her bloomer bust.
Anyway, the movie was very sweet. Haddie McDaniel played the housekeeper. Jeanne Crain, was Margie. Haddie McDaniel, you may remember, won the Academy Award for her performance as “Mammy” in Gone with the Wind.
I’m not sure what is in store for the rest of the day. I know the dog-park is on our agenda and my brother is cooking us a nice lunch….kind of scary, to be honest. He’ll probably need an editor. Well mom is here – thankfully, I’m hardly a cook and proud of it!
Anyway, that’s a piece of my 2011 Christmas. I’d like to share the funniest story, written by my niece, about her plane trip from New York to Tallahassee. It’s so damn funny – brilliant humor, and I am not being prejudiced, you’ll see:
So I’m on this flight from NYC to Charlotte today, it’s super-delayed on the tarmac and I’m sitting next to two people about my age who did not know each other but talked so loud that I shared that ugh i know ARE THEY EVEN HUMAN? look about them with two separate people. I would give some examples of their conversation but it would be too painful for me to revisit. Okay wait I can’t help but remember: the girl kept joking about us being in the exit row and DYING and when there was turbulence she was like, “Am I going to have to pull this lever?” (to open the door!) and I had just read that fucking, fucking article about the french guys crashing the plane in the Atlantic and it was all I could think about (this plane crashing) meanwhile this unstable woman with a extra large coolatta was making jokes about pulling open the goddamn emergency exit.
Anyway so halfway through I really have to pee and I’m telling myself stuff like, “Okay, as soon as you finish this chapter, you can pee.” (along with musing about how I’d react if I found out the plane was going down) Then I realized I could pee when I wanted because I am an adult human so I put my book away and started sheepishly assessing the situation. See, the seatbelt light was on but I always forget if that means Don’t move around or, Fine move around but if you’re sitting down, put on your seatbelt. I figured it was the latter because that’s what I wanted so I found a way to justify it. Then I looked right and left. No one was up and about to reassure me I wouldn’t get “in trouble.” I craned my neck to see what the fight attendi were doing. They buckled in in the back, but I decided to LIVE ON THE EDGE and then to go to the bathroom in the front since it was closer and there was some turbulence but fuck it right? I’m an adult.
So I got up half-expecting to get yelled at (as always) but creeped on forward in my newish boots and then stopped and stood frozen under the glowing green bathroom sign when I couldn’t find the fucking door to push in and crawl inside. Ahhh. I felt the eyes of every human on the plane on me while I squinted into dark corners and wondered if I was about to walk into the cockpit . but was like whatever guys, I can do this. Then a flight attendant from the back GRABS THE MIC and says in a fluster, JUST A REMINDER THAT THE FIRST CLASS LAVATORIES ARE RESERVED FOR FIRST CLASS PASSENGERS ONLY.
Cut to me wandering around first class like a lost puppy. This lady is basically telling me, from the back of the plane, over the loudspeaker to get the fuck out of the first class section. WHAT? So I SPIN around on my heels (rather amazingly I might add) to face THE ENTIRE PLANE, shrug dramatically and say SORRY EVERYONE! in the most teenage, sarcastic tone of voice. I don’t even know where this audacity came from. But I saw this sea of faces staring at me and rolling their eyes at the situation and laughing with me and literally like, making little comments of solidarity as I walked past. Like I just committed this brave act, crossing enemy lines to pee into a little toilet vacuum. I mean people were truly making eye contact and saying like, “Come ON!” and, “Oh like they are all just LINED UP up there waiting to get into the bathroom!” And I just nodded and shrugged and wanted to like, high five everyone as I cruised by, but instead made some kind of bad kid in the back of the class type of dramatic exhalations then sauntered, victoriously, all the way to the back of the godforsaken plane, where the flight attendants would not look at me, and peed in my proletariat toilet (proletoilet).
Anyway there was total class warfare going on in the sky somewhere over, I dunno, Virginia, today and it was amazing.
Link to above: http://meaghano.com/post/14595368874/impt
I have written about the hedonistic immigration laws in Alabama in the recent past. What prompted me to write about this again was the Op-Ed I read today in the New York Times titled The Price of Intolerance that examines the economic and social toll the immigration law has taken on the state.
Even though Alabama’s Immigration Law is fairly new – less than 6 months old – and is modeled after Arizona’s aggressive law, its problems are becoming increasing painful for Alabamians. Whether or not Alabama will revoke the laws because of the economic issues, is another thing altogether.
Regardless, this law is doing damage to nearly all sectors of Alabama’s economic and social stratosphere.
Let’s hope the fallout in Alabama will be a critical warning sign to other states, like Florida and California, hoping to pass a similar law. Florida, where I live, is one of the few states considering a similar law to Arizona and Alabama’s. Florida is also building its own Immigration prison slash detention center. They don’t like to call it a prison, though we all know that is precisely what it is. It’s a prison for immigrants who are CAUGHT without papers. SLAM goes the door to the cell that will hold mothers and fathers of children who did nothing to deserve having their life destroyed other than being born in the USA.
Apparently illegal immigrants are being held in Florida’s criminal jails. Maybe I’ve been under a rock, but I didn’t think this was happening. I know that immigration facilities existed, but I was under that impression that people held there were also criminals. WRONG, Ms. Ostrich.
In a recent article by Laura Wides-Munoz of the Associated Press, the plans are laid out:
The proposed facility is part of the federal government’s new plan to move immigrants from jails to detention centers it says are better for holding people with no criminal background. The centers are also supposed to be easier to reach for detainees’ relatives and lawyers (Arizona Republic, Nov. 19, 2011).
I find it difficult to wrap my head around this. It makes me sick to my stomach to think that the Immigration Detention center will jail people without any criminal record. They will be criminals just as soon as they’re caught without paperwork. I have also learned this Florida Detention center will be privately run – i.e. not run by the government. That is scary in itself.
As far as the impact to Alabamians, the damage is just now coming to light, according to the New York Times. For instance, workers who’d normally work on farms are largely, if not all, immigrants. Americans don’t want these jobs.
In Alabama, workers are fleeing for fear of being jailed. This means the farmer’s crops are dying on the vine, work is not getting done in other businesses supported by an immigrant population.
The New York Times Op Ed asks, how will Alabama deal with the extra police needed to handle the immigration dragnets? Alabama is not exactly a wealthy state -far from it.
Who will step into the jobs held by the immigrant populations?
Undocumented immigrants make up about 4.2 percent of Alabama’s work force, or 95,000 people in a state of 4.8 million. For all the talk about clearing the way for unemployed Americans, there is no evidence that Alabamians in any significant numbers are rushing to fill the gap left by missing farm laborers and other low-wage immigrant workers (New York Times, The Price of Intolerance ).
Recently in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, a manager from the Mercedes-Benz company was visiting the local work site. The manager was found driving without a driver’s license or any legal identification documents and he was taken to jail since he was potentially an illegal immigrant.
Now, that’s a cautionary tale. We are America, the land of the free?
“Give me your tired, your poor, / Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,” wrote Emma Lazarus in her sonnet, The New Colossus, written at the base of the Statue of Liberty.
Not so much. Not anymore.
When criminal trials are only about winning or losing like in a sporting event, the outcome will not always be justice. The best team doesn’t always win. The Police and State Attorneys are not always as honest as the fine men and women who worked in the Casey Anthony case, in Orlando.
Orlando had exceptional people working on the Casey Anthony case – with the exception of Deputy Cain, that is. (In case you don’t recall, Cain was the Officer who responded to Roy Kronk’s August 2008 call to police about seeing, in the swamp off of Suburban Drive, what appeared to be a human skull. Cain was summarily fired for not following through on the investigation of the area that Kronk identified. Afterwards, to make matters worse, Cain told lie after lie. His long lies did him in and he was fired from the Orlando sheriff’s Office.)
But, this whole idea of justice can be a slippery slope when one side or the other (Prosecution or Defense), throws their scruples out the window in favor of winning at any cost. It begs the question then, what is justice anyway? Like in football, or any sport, the best team may not win. Flukes happen, people have bad days, we’re only human…. That’s why the bar is high when it comes to the Government proving its case “beyond and to the exclusion of any reasonable doubt.” That’s a high burden. It’s a high-stakes game in the courtroom.
The stakes couldn’t be higher when an innocent person is charged with a crime by a relentless prosecutor who refuses to admit a mistake. That is the worst possible outcome because there is truly no justice. I guess you could say it’s anti-justice. Is there anything worse than an innocent person being jailed for a crime they did not commit?
Likewise, when all roads lead to the ultimate conclusion that one perpetrator of a crime is the one sitting at the defendant’s table but a jury, realizing they will be in the spotlight, wish to err on the side of caution and let a murderer go, there is no justice, either. However, it is a far better thing that Casey Anthony walked free than for an innocent person to be convicted.
Was there justice for Caylee Anthony? Hardly.
I still do not believe the Casey Anthony Not Guilty verdict was the result of the Prosecution’s case being weak. I cannot accept that. I honestly believe the jurors cared more about themselves than they did holding Casey Anthony liable for murder.
Life is not fair but the justice system should always be. And it usually is fair, but not always as you’ll see in the sad case of little Holly Staker who, in 1992 was raped and murdered as she baby-sat for neighborhood children. Holly was only 11 years old, and the person charged with the crime was 19-year-old Juan Rivera.
This story in today’s New York Times Magazine, is about winning and losing and the fact that justice took a holiday for Rivera just as it had for the People of Orlando, Florida in the trial of Casey Anthony.
The facts in the Rivera case have to do with Rivera being arrested, tried, and convicted of the rape and murder of 11-year-old Holly despite there being scant evidence of such crime. The only “evidence” is the four-day police interrogation of Rivera in which, on the fourth day, he confessed. He finally confessed to the crime and that is what convicted him. Despite overwhelming evidence that Rivera is innocent, a confession was beaten out of him and it was that evidence alone that nailed him to the cross.
As a result of DNA testing, Rivera was excluded as a source of the semen found in the victim. It didn’t matter. The Prosecutors made up scenarios that the jury believed. Namely, that the victim was sexually active. A ludicrous suggestion that the jury bought.
There was no physical evidence connecting Rivera to the crime scene. It didn’t matter. Rivera confessed so he must be guilty. The prosecution’s argument (one of them) said that 11-year-old victim was sexually active which explains why Rivera’s DNA was not present.
The outcome of this trial, the life sentence of Juan Rivera, is far more heinous than the not guilty verdict in the Anthony case.
The story is somewhat long, but very good. The link is below for your reference.
The Prosecution’s Case Against DNA, by reporter Andrew Martin, New York Times.
Reading the Opinion Page of the New York Times today confirmed the horror I feared would result from Alabama’s new Immigration law – which is illegal but Alabama is bold in their racism – raising its middle finger at Federal laws.
How to put into words the terror that people in Alabama are experiencing is hardly possible – my heart is literally in my throat as I write this. I want to help these people; I want to join this 2011 Civil Rights battle more than anything in the world. I feel helpless. Well, I have this little blog that some of you may read and then realize the seriousness and the desperation of this problem.
I wrote about this issue on November 6th in a post titled, Alabama Ignores Justice Department, because I knew it could get very ugly for children trying to attend school. NEVER, never-ever did I imagine the reality of this issue.
I never wanted to believe that Alabama could turn their Immigration policy into vile racism. Alabama’s brand of hatred drips with the blood of all who came before and fought and died for Civil Rights in this country.
The New York Times editorial from November 13, 2011 tells us this about the Alabama immigration law:
The law was written to deny immigrants without papers the ability to work or travel, to own or rent a home, to enter contracts of any kind. Fear is causing an exodus as Latinos abandon homes and jobs and crops in the fields. Utilities are preparing to shut off water, power and heat to customers who cannot show the right papers.
Alabama is far from alone in passing a law whose express aim is misery and panic. States are expanding their power to hasten racial exclusion and family disintegration, to make a particular ethnic group of poor people disappear. The new laws come cloaked in talk of law and order; the bigotry beneath them is never acknowledged.
The below words spoken by a US Senator should frighten the very life out of all of every one of us:
A sponsor of the legislation, State Senator Scott Beason, chairman of the Rules Committee, was secretly taped by the F.B.I. talking about black residents of Greene County. “They’re aborigines,” he said. He is the lawmaker who urged fellow Republicans to “empty the clip” to stop illegal immigrants.
How can Senator Beason be allowed to stay in Government? He is the lowest of the low; a neanderthals brain is his to claim.
How can he say things like “empty the clip” and not be arrested or charged? What a fine example of a lawmaker he is.
The important aspect in this article? The ease with which people can hate.
Today the hate extends to immigrants in Alabama, and other states (Alabama is the worst). What about tomorrow? Who is next on the list?
As Judge U. W. Clemon, a former Alabama senator, noted, the Latino immigrant population is very small and yet the target Alabama has placed on their backs is startling:
…..Judge Clemon, a civil rights foot soldier who fought Bull Connor and George Wallace, the common thread between then and now — the threat of racial profiling and the abuse of a cheap, exploited work force — is obvious, as is the racism driving the law.
Although the Hispanic population of the state is less than 5 percent, the leaders of the state were hell-bent on removing as much of that 4 percent as possible. And I think they’ve been fairly successful in scaring them out of the state of Alabama.
How can American citizens with any conscious allow such hateful treatment to fellow human beings? These immigrant human beings simply want a better life and they are willing to work their fingers to the bone for the basics. They’ll do the jobs that Americans don’t want to do.
Anyone who thinks immigrants are taking jobs away from Americans is living in a dream world.
Wake up! They simply want to put clothes on their back and a roof over their head.
Alabama would deny immigrants even the basic needs of survival. Can you imagine having the below things taken away from you? I can’t imagine being denied the below basic needs.
- Own or rent a home
- have water service
- basic K-12 education
The NAACP’s leaders in Birmingham Alabama have groups of advocates to assist people caught in this government noose.
I feel helpless. However, I am a member of the NAACP; now I am going to get to work and get ACTIVE.
“Jim Crow is dead,” said the Reverend Anthony Alann Johnson, “but his cousins are still alive.”
You better believe it.
Please help by finding your local NAACP branch and join us to fight for Civil Rights.
Read the article: On the Rise in Alabama
Slide Show: A New Civil Rights Movement
Tuesday’s votes in various states – many of which were extremely controversial – were for the most part defeated. Mississippians rejected the Republican Personhood/Anti-Abortion Initiative… (phew!)
A story in The New York Times concludes:
And while voters in Mississippi, one of the most conservative states, turned away a measure that would have outlawed all abortions and many forms of contraception and had drawn conservative support from members of both parties, they tightened their voting laws to require some from of government-approved identification. Democrats had opposed the requirement, saying it was a thinly disguised attempt to intimidate voters of color.
In Maine, where Republicans recently had ended same-day registration at polling places, voters decided to restore the practice, which Democrats support.
In my view, it was a wonderfully DISMAL day for Republican Conservatives who want to set the clock back on women’s issues, LGBT issues, gay marriage, Unions, abortions, immigration in favor of Christian rule…. and so much more.
For the record, I have nothing against Christianity – I’m one, sort of.
Every religion has value – just as every human being has value. Christianity should not define a person any more than Islam should. Let people wear their religion proudly but quietly, please.
I get very cantankerous when it comes to categorizing the United States as a Christian nation. It is not true. Never has been. Talk to the hand on that one.
Why do people have to shout so loudly about “being Christian?” It seems unbecoming and counter-intuitive to the spirit of Christianity.
Anyone who has to press and press and ram religion down people’s throats is insecure in their own belief. True “Believers” don’t need to call attention to themselves.
Christian Conservatives, and many of the tea drinkers, would like the rest of us to believe if you are not Christian, you’re nothing. Excuse me?!!
How would the Christians like it if we became a Hindu or Islam nation? They wouldn’t like hearing that anymore than non-Christians like to hear Christians shouting their superiority!
How does this sound…
We are a Jewish nation because Judaism rules!
I say we are a Buddist nation.
Excuuuuse me, we are a Islam religious nation.
Dammit, I said we are a Hindu nation!
Well, CLEARLY this nation is all about Scientology – duh!
Get outta town, you nut case – there’s no denying that we are becoming a Bahá’í people.
Gimme a freakin break people, we are a Tele-evangelist society, always have been, always will be.
Well, butter my biscuits, we are a nation of Yoga tele-novelas!
Butter your own biscuit buddy – you clown, there is no dispute here – we are an HBO nation.
HBO. They don’t HAVE religion on there!
Hah! That’s my point, you pea brained parasite – I like my religion ‘HBO Latino’ style. So, hasta la vista to you, baby!
This country was built by immigrants of all religions. We are a diverse nation of every color and every religion known created by man. Every one of them has a place behind the scenes and out of the workplace, out of government – not down our throats!
I get so angry when people can’t see WHY religion is the ultimate, dangerous divide.
Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, just as it is the spirit of a spiritless situation. It is the opium of the people. ~ Karl Marx, Critique of Hegel’s Philosophy of Right, (1818 – 1883)
- Message From Tuesday’s Elections: Government Should Back Off (blogs.wsj.com)
- It’s Not Easy Being Hard… (nicolemaschke1.wordpress.com)
- ED PALM | We shouldn’t be a ‘Christian nation’ (kitsapsun.com)
- What religions are really against Christianity (wiki.answers.com)
I read too many depressing news reports tonight. I’m feeling mad and frustrated.
In the New York Times I read that Uganda is going to reopen a bill that will allow the government to impose the death penalty against gay men and women (Lesbians).
I discussed this topic last year with horror, but then I was under the impression that Uganda had softened on this issue. Not true – not in the least.
The excruciating part of this story? American influence fanned the flames. Rick Warren – the evangelical pastor of the huge Saddle Back Church, reportedly helped draft the original bill (see Washington Post reference article.) Warren was assisted by Reverend Lou Engle, another popular evangelist who has no business proselytizing hate in the name of religion in this country, let alone to the poor people of Uganda.
If that wasn’t depressing enough, I read about the extreme poverty in our suburbs. The suburbs, I thought? People are going hungry there, too? Yes, it’s true.
The chart below, from the NY Times, explains the extreme rise of poverty in American suburbs. Places once thought of as the best place to raise children, are looking toward to local “soup lines” or “Food Pantries” to help feed their families. The great challenge with the newly poor in the suburbs is the availability of the kinds of services that cities have to aid the poor and the hungry.
One issue is due to suburb dwellers having a longer commute to reach help – (problematic when your car is repossessed and bus service is not available).
To access the NY Times article, click: Outside Cleveland, Snapshots of Poverty’s Surge in the Suburbs
And, then I read how the media is making such a big hullabaloo over outing the jurors in the Casey Anthony trial.
I ask you, what good will that do other than allow the haters to practice their hate anew?
Yes, the jurors were not real jurors in the sense they failed to consider all the evidence before them, but it’s over now. I’ve let it go.
Disturbing and showering the jurors on the Casey Anthony trial with hate does no one any good – it’s not going to change anything.
Sometimes I think it’s best to not read the news and stick with pleasurable reading. But then I tell my self, that’s not good either – it’s important to be aware of what’s happening in the world. The trick is to take it in stride….easier said than done.
Aaannnnd, now we have a hurricane (which may turn into a tropical storm, we hope) looming. It’s got South Florida in its “cone of uncertainty.” The hurricane is a she and she’s a category 3 now. Her name is Rina.
Lastly, if you want to nominate someone for the title of “Central Floridian of the Year”, the Orlando Sentinel is taking nominations on its website. The link to nominate someone is: http://www.orlandosentinel.com/news/opinion/os-sg-central-floridian-of-the-year,0,206265.storygallery
I can think of a few folks worthy of this honor!
That’s all the news for tonight!
I’m in the middle of reading “The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks” … It is excellent, provides much food for thought…..
So, pleasant dreams and have a great tomorrow!