When I was a young schoolboy, I never understood Tether Ball. Never understood the concept. Never understood the rules, if there were any. Never understood how to score. Never understood who won. Never understood the objective.
But I now find myself getting nostalgic about Tether Ball. It may have been pointless. But at least it wasn’t A Threat To Society. Unlike today’s playground rage, “Untethered Ball.”
Untethered. From facts. From truth. From reality. From responsibility. And often, from simple sanity. I want my Tether Ball back.
Historians are fond of trying to write pithy epitaphs for societies and cultures that choose their own path to extinction.
I suspect ours may ultimately be, “At The End, they just made stuff up.”
New Shepard is set to launch into suborbital space tomorrow from the Tech Capital of The Universe, Van Horn, Texas. Old Shepard thinks that’s cute.
I ain’t doing nothing on a cardboard bed. That includes sleeping.
“Oh, Monday Mornin’, you gave me no warnin’…”
Good luck, everybody…