Mon 12 May 2008
A Sharp View: Petraeus and the New Military Science
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For years, Albertson’s Supermarket in Canyon Country has posted the photographs of local people serving in or around foreign wars. I was just about to write “young people serving.” But some of the photos are of soldiers who have served for years, and they are not so young now as they were when Albertson’s first discovered them. (more…)
I have good news and bad news about the celebration of Cinco de Mayo in Santa Clarita this May 5. The bad news is that once again there will be no celebration here that anyone knows about. 
In the classic old comedy “Woman of The Year,” the very athletic Katherine Hepburn has to explain she has no time for Spencer Tracy one afternoon because she devoted that date to her Physical Ed.
They equal in numbers about fifteen military divisions, or sixty regiments – at least 300,000 American military veterans now spend every year alternating between homelessness and temporary shelter, according to a report issued by the United States Department of Veterans Affairs this past March. 
In Babe Ruth’s final public appearance in 1948 – with Ruth ravaged to the bone by cancer, pushing words through a body that no longer wanted to hang around or do anything – the great Sultan of Swat turned into a kind of Nostradamus for a sold-out cheering crowd in Yankee Stadium. Baseball is a great game, he told the crowd in a quivering voice, through amplifiers filling the stadium, BUT only as long as we remember that baseball must serve America’s children first. 
It may be hard to believe, but there are actually many Easter pictures that can compete well with the nativity scenes of Christmas and the Easter bunny. I have included in this article clip art that shows the crosses for Jesus and two thieves beside him. I have never found much comfort in crosses. As a Christian in training, I prefer to see Jesus alive and teaching than seeing him dead 
A while ago I was standing around at a high school principal’s office when I heard something that sounded like public torture from the Dark Ages. A vice principal was verbally hammering away at a student, who was hunched in a chair the way a boxer squats on the ropes while being knocked senseless. “You haven’t shown me squat.” The tough vice principal’s words were floating like a butterfly and stinging like a bee. The door was wide open so that the scene might be shared by anyone who liked watching such shows. 
My piece today has its origins in a Metrolink Riverside County train ride I took last year. Like the proverbial “Strangers on a Train,” the passengers around me had bonded around a subject of common interest, the sport of skydiving in Southern California. 
