Point of No Return
I was always a sucker for the hero growing up.
As I was watching the first presidential debate last week, there were more thoughts running through my muddled mind than I could ever document.
As I sat down to write this column Wednesday morning, the Baltimore Orioles had already clinched a playoff spot, and were one game behind the New York Yankees in the American League East with one game to play.
Not to alarm anybody unnecessarily, but ...
I stepped into enemy territory the other day.
We have been labeled as living in the “Age of Information.” A huge component of that moniker, obviously, has been our access to the Internet. We can conduct business, send and receive messages, shop for merchandise or music, research topics of interest and watch monkeys in tiny little cowboy hats riding dogs.
By the time this week’s Coastal Point hits the streets, the New York Giants and Dallas Cowboys will have already played the first game of the new season for the National Football League. And, by the time this week’s Coastal Point hits the streets, I will already be happy or miserable with the start of the new season.
“Labor Day weekend.”
Those three little words carry more weight around here than they do in most parts of this great nation.They signify the end of summer vacation for local students, the winding-down of the busy season for many local businesses and the unofficial marker of when we slide into “the second season” — the most wonderful time of all.
I’ve learned quite a bit from our own Bob Bertram over the years. His many years of graphic arts design, combined with his many years of basically studying human behavior, equates to, well, many years.
This is the week that we affectionately call “The Blur” around the office.
There are defining moments in life that can forever change one’s outlook on the world — or, at the least, one aspect of that person’s world.
I’ve read somewhere before that people tend to change their friends every seven years. I’m not trying to steal that little nugget and claim it as my own, I just can’t remember if it was from a scientific research study, an essay by a noted behaviorist or something offered by Eric Cartman on “South Park.” Rest assured, it came from a very reputable source.
There are certain things Americans take very seriously.
It’s been pretty quiet around the Coastal Point multiplex since the death of Leviathan last year.
As I write this column, the Baltimore Orioles have a record of 43-37. That’s 43 wins. And that’s 37 losses. That means the Orioles have won six more games than they have lost as of Wednesday morning.
Rest assured, we will have a few people in town to celebrate the Fourth of July.
Competitiveness is a heck of a thing.
With Father’s Day approaching, there is only one thing on my mind — the final round of golf’s U.S. Open.
I find myself looking at my head for an inordinate amount of time. It’s not that I’m fascinated with it, or paranoid that it’s shifting into something different. It just always seems to be around me.
For a relatively young nation, we do appreciate our past times in this country. We love baseball, apple pie, and tearing down our neighbors so we can build ourselves up — as well as hot dogs, the spirit of entrepreneurship and peace through superior fire power.
I was struck by a wave of nostalgia last week. Actually, I was gobbled up by the wave, tossed on to the beach where I was subsequently picked up by a gust of wind and thrown back into the ocean so the wave would jerk me about like a lottery ball.
I’m a fairly laid-back guy, but there are a few things in life that can regularly cause me to rub the top of my head in frustration, let out a huge sigh and mentally count to 10 as I try to find my inner calm.
Yup, that’s a gross generalization, and I fully-well realize that many people in our society today are in excellent physical condition, monitor their diets and take their wellness to heights we’ve never been able to reach before. The rest of us? Well, mostly fat.
All of us have experienced life’s peaks and valleys. We laugh. We cry. We get frustrated. We get excited. We celebrate. We mourn. The emotional rollercoaster that we all find ourselves riding from time to time can seem both excruciating and liberating, and it’s a part of what makes us human.
I always loved “show-and-tell” when I was a kid.
Many of us were playing that time-tested game of “what-if” last week.
From the moment I could talk, many of my conversations have been focused on sports, and the athletes who play them.
I bite my tongue a lot, particularly during debates between people over the national political scene. It’s not that I’m apathetic toward politics, or afraid to take a stand on something I strongly believe in, as much as it’s a case of me not having a dog in the fight.