Iconoclast View

Bluffton has been fortunate in recent years to have a council made up of a great cross-section of the community. We have persons from several backgrounds, all willing to contribute to the discussions of where the village ought to be headed.

I think I must be the best procrastinator in the world. Take today for example. There are about 50 things I could be doing, but I just don't feel like doing them. Since the world won't fall apart if I don't get them done immediately, why not sit here a few minutes longer and ponder which one I should do first.

"Where's Tom, Dick or Mary?" I thought to myself.

Don't know where they are; but do know where they aren't. They are not on the list baby names of 2009 from the Bluffton Hospital.

It doesn't really matter that they aren't there. It's simply an observation that times change and names go with the times. While some of the names on the "born in 2009" list seem foreign to our ears, allow me to share some really foreign names.

From http://steinermp.wordpress.com/

It's time. Time for life to return to routine. Which, by the way, I love. I thrive on routine. Vacations are nice for awhile, but sooner or later, my brain begs for routine. I want to go to bed at 9:30 p.m. and get up at 5:30 a.m. I want to hit the road running by 6 a.m. I want to get to work by 8:15 a.m. Okay, that was a lie. 8:30 a.m.

By Fred Steiner

It's all Greg Ring's fault.

His wife, Mary, prepared the most divine breakfast rolls of 2010 for our family. Greg dropped off this artistic work on his way to church. Ah, now for a good cup of coffee. The day - heck, the week - will be complete with this combination: hot rolls and coffee. The problem is, I can't make a decent cup of coffee. Can't put my finger on the reason. But my coffee rests in the C- grade range. I know this because no one will drink it. Not even my daughters.

From http://steinermp.wordpress.com/

It's 8:15 p.m. Dec. 31, 2009. I have just been beaten in Scrabble -- again -- by my mother, who does the Sudoku puzzle every day and has a mind like a steel trap. This I know is true. She is smarter than anyone else I know, maybe even smarter than my dad. He couldn't -- or maybe wouldn't -- balance the checkbook, but could dissect a cat with his eyes blindfolded.

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