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Saturday, September 11, 2010

Let freedom ring.

In many respects, it seems like just yesterday when our country's foundation was shaken to its very core.

As we're all painstakingly reminded, today marks the ninth anniversary of the 9/11 attacks upon the United States.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Today is the ninth anniversary of the September 11 attacks upon the United States. As I reflect on the event, I am concerned that our country remains exposed.

It may be more difficult to attack two office towers today, but there are many other exposures. Our borders remain poorly secured with foreign nationals entering the country like water pouring through a sieve. Recent reports indicate that Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) has detained fewer people than last year.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Regular readers may recall in an earlier column I wrote about the Japanese art of paper folding known as Origami. If you remember the word origami is derived from the Japanese words "ori" for folding and "kami" for paper. There are related arts though to just paper folding which have interested me through my life although I learned about them through origami. In this column, I want to discuss an interesting new pastime that has piqued my interest in recent years. At least the art is new for me, but in reality it is not "new" in that it has been around for ages.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

By Bob Urban

burban@tnonline.com

Even though I sit in front of a computer most of the day, I still find myself longing for the old days, when things were simpler and less stressful. You know, the days well before Sept. 11, 2001. We made do with a lot less than, and maybe we were better off for it. A reader sent along this poem that brings back many good memories. For instance, we had:

A little house with three bedrooms, one bathroom and one car on the street.

A lawn mower that you had to push to make the grass look neat.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Nothing stands for BS better than biosolids, a made-up, friendly-sounding name for toxic mud.

Biosolids are the byproduct of sewage treatment. The legal term for this residue is sludge.

But sludge isn't a pleasant sounding name and so a government agency came up with the very pretty name biosolids.

It's lethal lipstick being put on a poison pig.

Sludge contains bacteria, viruses and heavy metals. And like any toxic waste, industry doesn't know where to dump it.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

As I pull the weeds from my new landscaping, I find myself thinking that marriage is a lot like gardening.

A gardener chooses the best plants, puts in a good foundation and carefully does everything right to create a beautiful garden.

But no matter how beautiful the landscaping is, weeds will overtake and ruin a garden unless you work to keep them out.

I often think the care and feeding of a marriage requires the same diligence. A truly blissful marriage doesn't run on autopilot. It takes a conscious effort to keep a marriage strong.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

"Be brave as your fathers before you. Have faith and go forward."

These were the words of Thomas Alva Edison, the great American scientist and businessman, who was one of the most prolific inventors in history. Edison held 1,093 U.S. patents in his name, as well as many patents in the United Kingdom, France, and Germany.

His inventions in the mass communication and telecommunications field, including the phonograph; motion picture camera; and a long-lasting, practical electric light bulb; propelled the world into the 20th century.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

As I walked out of Dr. Donald Newman's office last year, I was scoffing at his diagnosis.

"Cataracts. Hmmmph. I'm way too young for cataracts. That's an old person's condition."

I mentally disregarded the visit. After all, Mom was told she had cataracts four years ago and she keeps telling me they're not "ripe" yet for surgery.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

When I found Foo Foo alongside of the road on my way to work one morning, I was devastated.

I picked up her beautiful calico stiff body and walked back to the house, bawling my eyes out, all the while alternated calling her "my beautiful kitty" then "you stupid cat" knowing she had tried to cross the road and didn't make it.

As we buried her close by, I swore, "No more cats!"

It was just too painful to grow to love them and then lose them.

But, less than four months later, Becky started a campaign for a new kitty. I resolved to stay firm in my decision.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Society is so fast paced and we have such a tendency to look for the "next new thing" that we sometimes miss the old things that are still good such as films.

Kathryn was watching a children's show on PBS before we ate dinner last Friday and after we got done cleaning up in the kitchen, we returned to the living room to settle in and watch some television for the evening. Normally we watch something on TLC or the Food Network, but we coincidentally ended up in the room just in time to catch the film "Arsenic and Old Lace".