I apologize if you think I am getting off task, but I have to put aside the saga of Sam and Tim on the golf courses and attend to some more important business. If you are awake and paying attention, you are aware that for the past few months the news broadcasts have been reporting events that emphasize the world is going to hell in a hand basket.
For the first time in my lifetime, sharks are coming to within a few feet of shore and attacking people. Global warming is getting credit for this unusual activity. But, if you notice, nobody is doing anything to correct the problem. If there is a buck to be made, the culprits continue to pocket profits and to hell with future generations.
Airplanes are disappearing and nobody seems to be able to solve the mystery. There is a lot of finger pointing and sabre rattling, but the end result seems to be NO ACTION NECESSARY!
An alligator walked up and snatched a 2-year-old toddler in plain view of his parents. I have mixed emotions over the action taken by the father because I have been up close and personnel with these suckers. My recommendation for anybody who gets within a few feet of these critters is to check your undershorts when you get a chance.
A simple night out at a dance club left more than a hundred people victims of gunshot wounds. Fifty of them died and 53 spent time at the local hospital having bullets removed from their bodies.
We are facing the possibility of having Donald Trump as our next president. I don’t know about you, but in my opinion, this is not a good thing.
The event closest to my heart is the death of Muhammad Ali. I have run the gauntlet of feelings regarding Ali as a champion. It was not because of his performance and his bluster, but because of his comparison to Joe Louis. There have been numerous arguments as to who was the greater champion, and I always had a personal reason to advocate for Joe Louis. I have pictures with Joe; one was with me standing on his training table and he was beside me with his arm around my waist, and the other was with him holding me while standing at a microphone addressing a group of theater attendees. I also made the argument that Joe defended his title against anyone who owned a pair of shorts and some tennis shoes.
I always liked Ali and was one of his supporters when he converted and changed his name from Cassius Clay. But, he really moved me into the front row of fans when, while attending a function with my Pop, he disengaged himself from a group and shouted, “Hey AFRO, ya wanna go a couple of rounds?”
Rest in peace Champ, and join me in hoping the craziness in this world comes to rest.