Richard Crowson Commentary

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

For too long we have suffered under the delusion that the “spirit of the season” is sweetness and love. Truth is, nowadays it’s bitterness and hate! So here’s a seasonal song to fit our times:

Deck the next guy who says “Happy holidays!”

Hum-hum-hum-hum hum-hum-humbug!

Tis the season to argue ‘bout Santa’s race!

Hum-hum-hum-hum hum-hum-humbug!

Shop while you gripe that it’s too commercial!

Hum-hum-hum hum-hum-hum hum-hum-humbug!

Everything’s now controversial!

Hum-hum-hum-hum hum-hum-humbug!

For the most part, the people who listen to or watch or read what the media has to offer have an impersonal relationship with media outlets.

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On the stark, bare, claw-like limbs of the large locust tree above, a handful of crows had congregated. The sky beyond them could have come right out of a watercolor painting by Andrew Wyeth – the fading charcoal grays of a cloudy, mid-November day, right at dusk.

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There have been an awful lot of unpredicted rogue comets entering Earth’s atmosphere lately, first in Russia and then this week in California. Shouldn’t we be taking action? And by “action” I mean placing  blame.

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Ah, Halloween. The season of goblins, witches, zombies, skeletons and banjos.

What??! Banjos??!

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Theories abound as to why the Republican Party has shut down our government.

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Something about September has brought poetry back into my consciousness.

It might be the way the amber, diffused light knocks the sharp edges off of summer’s harsh palette. It could be the rhythmic pulsations of the crickets that seem to serenade just outside every window. Possibly it has to do with the mild temperatures previewing just the slightest hint of the chill that will soon set fireplaces aglow.

In 2012 the state of Kansas ranked in the bottom five for tourism, to no one’s surprise hereabouts.

There is a saying in Zen Buddhism that has haunted me ever since I first read it in one of Eckhart Tolle’s books: “Cease to cherish opinions.”

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