Jeffrey Alexander Martin

I currently have a couple of small woodchips in my beard. A few minutes ago I was standing at the top of a ladder, with an extendable chainsaw borrowed from the neighbor fully extended, teetering back and forth trying to saw off a limb. The ladder wasn't quite tall enough to reach this branch. So I had stacked up two wooden skids and placed the ladder on top of those. It was not safe. My mother held the ladder. A few weeks ago her house insurance had emailed her about branches needing to be cut. Then I put a new air filter in my father's car. He passed recently and I have it now. I got the oil changed yesterday, and I Rain-Xed the windows. It's convenient to have the water hit the window and just slide right off, even without using the wipers. It essentially gives the window the ability to let go of the water rather than being stuck with it. There's a similar problem with emotions. When a traumatically intense thing happens and we're around, that image gets embedded...

I turned and asked the old man next to me how he was associated with the college. He said that he wasn't. He had made a lot of money and wanted to write a very big check to a college as a donation. But, the college he graduated from had turned against the things he believed in, so now he was on this campus tour bus at Hillsdale College to see if maybe he would write the check to them. He asked me if I was a graduate. I told him no, my degrees are from somewhere else, I just like Hillsdale and have joined some of their programs in Michigan and Washington D.C. He asked me what I did, and I told him that I currently hold a local political office, but in about a year I would be leaving that office, so I had been working on getting a business up and going, and hopefully producing revenue soon. He was interested in that. The bus started pulling out of the parking lot. As we were driving around, the driver was pointing out different parts of the campus. Old buildings that had seen student...