It Is Not One World

This morning I had my scheduled appointment with an audiologist.  Your Mom went along to keep me honest.  After 2 hours of testing and propaganda about earing aids, I was operating on “information overload”.  I guess the bottom line is that computer chips in a hearing aid are the best technology and the costs are enough to get me another heart operation.  Costco or Walmart here I come.  I think I’ve made my decision.  I will forego the hearing aids.  You are going to have to enunciate your words better and project your speech.  It is you that is causing my hearing problem.

Paul Harvey, the news broadcaster, would always proclaim “it is not one world”.  His meaning was that one part of the world enjoys things like abundant food and another part of the world starves to death.  There are rich people and there are poor people.  Indeed it is “not one world”.  Newly married Prince William and his bride Kate in England have moved into an apartment in London.  I figure that William has come down to the level of “commoner” by starting life in an apartment.  I happen to find out his family has moved into Kensington Palace.  It is a 20 room apartment!  That does not exactly compare with the apartments I have been used to.  His bride Kate bought a $50,000 item to decorate the apartment.  Paul Harvey was right.  It is “not one world”.

This last note is on luxury cruises.   Cruises have gotten a bad rap lately with engines breaking down at sea, outbreaks of nasty diseases, and even ships sinking.  Last week a cruise ship returned to a Florida port after 7 days at sea.  The thousands of passengers disembarked and headed for the parking lot.  A disgruntled parking lot attendant had taken every car key and threw it on a pile.  When passengers arrived at the parking lot, the search for “their key” began.  Some hired locksmiths.  Some had their car towed to a garage.  I assume some passengers found their keys.  Don’t ever ask me to go on a cruise!

This weekend will be the last gasp of “warm” weather.

Love,

Dad