Richard Crowson Commentary

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I know we’re almost into February, but some of our Christmas lights are still glowing outside out on our deck. They’re a tangle of multi-colored strands—some old-style twinkle lights, mixed in with newer LED lights. They’re big, little and medium in size, every shape and color, all brightening the long nights of winter.

In times of trouble I like to turn to the Carter Family…only had to change a couple of words this time:

There’s a dark and a Trump side of life
There’s a bright and a sunny side too
Though we meet with the darkness and strife
The sunny side we also may view

Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side
Keep on the sunny side of life
It will help us on our way, on Inauguration Day
If we keep on the sunny side of life

Olga Martschitsch / Flickr / Creative Commons

This commentary originally aired on January 3, 2014.

Of all the measures of time that humans have invented, the one I have the biggest problem with is dog years.

Baby, it’s cold outside, but the warmth of this special time of year never fails to bring sweethearts together!

Crowson: The Grump

Nov 30, 2016
Richard Crowson

 

 

Every Who down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot…

But Grump, who lived up in his tower, did not!

Grump hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!

‘Cause it wasn’t about him – I think that’s the reason.

Yes, I think what caused him to be such a Scrooge

May have been that his ego was two sizes too “yuge.”

Then he got an idea! An awful idea!

He said, “I’ll give Christmas a kick in the reah!

With apologies to Woody Guthrie who I think, under the circumstances, would understand…

Hey, there, weary voter – take heart, we’re almost done
Between the mud-slinging, lies and the FBI’s
This election hasn’t been much fun
But there’s a light at the end of the tunnel
If you can’t take another scandalous day
We’ll have a new president, we’ll have to try then
To resist moving up Canada way

Richard Crowson


On a warm Kansas autumn day I made my way to our neighborhood elementary school. Every October they have a Fall Fest.

The proceedings always start with an amazing event: A huge parking lot square dance. Somehow the music teacher organizes a hundred or so elementary students and their adult relatives into twirling couples that doh-si-doh and promenade their way over the pavement. It’s a wondrous sight.

October is a month of hauntings! There have been multiple sightings of the living dead walking amongst us. This fetid, creature, lumbering trance-like down our streets, has returned from the grave.

Tomorrow is the first day of autumn, the season of breaths. Here in Kansas we pant through our sweaty summer months. Just when we don’t think we can take it for one more sticky minute, nature grants us this delightful meditative season called fall for catching our breaths.

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