6:30 a.m. realize I’ve overslept

6:50 a.m. finish sprinting around the house and take my place at the kitchen table- diet coke in hand (first one of the day)

6:55 a.m. drive to slug line

7:00 a.m. pick up both The Examiner and The Express for my morning metro and slug reads

Clearly there is nothing significant about my day so far, nothing in the least. And, in all likelihood the rest of my day will continue that way, insignificant, are minimum, and hopefully there will e time for a run, a few more diet cokes, and perhaps even a chai and if I’m extremely lucky brown rice sushi from Harris Teeter. But that would require the kind of “just found $5 in my pocket luck” and that’s pretty rare for me these days.

But, in spite of my preconcieved notions about Friday September 17th, I open the Examiner and begin reading Jonetta Rose Barras and Harry Jaffe- and all is well. Maybe I won’t even need to be lucky for it to be a good day.

There are people in the world you follow sound logic, seem to have a grasp on what works, and seek to instill these ‘sound bites’  in the hoi polloi. Brava!