” … the more it stays the same .” At least that’s how I remember the phrase. The rock group RATT used that phrase in a song from an album in around 1984. That was the year I graduated from UNL and found my way to Schenectady, NY, to work for GE and meet the woman who would go on to become my spouse, and for her I am extremely blessed.
In July, we will have been married thirty-seven years. I’m not going to stop here and give lots of praises. I’ll do that in a future book (already half-way written) so that way you’ll have to pay me money in order for you to find out any more stuff (okay, just kidding). I would love to tell you how my kids and grandkids are doing, but I’m not supposed to because of privacy issues. I don’t have any dogs, but I’d be happy to tell you about my neighbors’ dogs, provided I get their express written permission.
Or something like that. We are such a letigimous society. That’s not right for “Legitimous,” but my spell checker isn’t picking it up. I rarely use checkers but tried to on this one. Call it a Fail. OK, I looked it up. The spelling is LITIGIOUS.
With baseball season upon us (how was that for a segue) … but wait … we have conference basketball championships to play, and national championships to play … and my blessed Cornhuskers may be in the very thick of things. That’s NEVER happened to us in basketball. At the moment, we’re 21-9 and feeling better about things than any time in the past. So we’ll see how it goes. We may lose in Round One of either tournament. Who knows. We play hot and cold. When we’re hitting the 3s, we’re hot. When we’re not hitting the 3s, we’re not. I guess that makes sense. In football, where we lost bvy a field goal in several of the games, that makes a lot of sense. We hit the FG and we make the game. We miss the FG — or the opponent makes its FG — and we drop the game.