As I See It: There was one true miracle

Six years and three Presidents ago, I wrote. “I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do. They’re really saying I love you.” Louis Armstrong, What a Wonderful World. Although I may not share another’s faith, I am never offended by a friendly greeting whether it’s Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Mele Kalikimaka, Shalom Aleichem, Aloha, simply Hi or Happy New Year it’s all the same. They’re really saying in a small way “I love you.”

As I See It: We can do better

Traffic collisions are a major cause of death and serious injury in America, especially at holidays. The number of fatalities has hovered around 40,000 a year since about 1938 even though the population has tripled and the number of miles driven is over10 times as high. The flat curve is due to better cars, better roads, better licensing, better emergency response, and better medical intervention. Statistics on injuries are harder to analyze, death is binary, you are either dead or not. There are a lot of injured but not dead. Ranging from refused treatment to vegetative state. The biggest uncontrolled variable is driving-while-impaired.

As I See It: On penmanship

My handwriting is horrible. No, it’s worse than that. Illegible would be a compliment. I don’t know whether it is my heredity or environment. It seems like the creative part of my brain works about 10 times as fast as the part that controls my writing hand. I start to write something and it turns from capital to lowercase to a series of wiggly lines. That’s heredity. My mother’s poor penmanship was legendary, she excused it by calling it library-backhand as if that made it special, it was mostly illegible.