People change, but how much?

When 60 Minutes went on the air, we watched it every Sunday. It was similar to the weekly newsmagazine we'd watched while living in London, and in the winter it was almost a ritual -- a fire in the fireplace (sometimes with bonus popcorn) and 60 Minutes.

My nascent political world was formed, at least in part, by the Point/Counterpoint section of the show. James J. Kilpatrick was the Conservative speaker.

I generally sided with the more liberal person, though not always. My father and I would occasionally get into discussions based out of it, but not once did he tell me that Kilpatrick was a racist whose writings acted as the intellectual underpinnings for segregation. Reading Mr. Kilpatrick's obituary has been a real eye-opener.

Sometimes it's good to see the old guard passing.

A day

First of all, Mercury goes retrograde later this week. Back up your files NOW.

Secondly, I've seen lots of pretty monarch butterflies on my walks the last few days. Also, men keep saying high to me. This is a walk I've made close to daily for over a year, but now I'm getting hellos from the Capitol Cops? *G*

Lastly, I have decided that walking 2.6 miles with an 8-lb medicine ball counts as my workout this evening.