I recently saw a “Practice Aloha” sticker on a truck. When you buy this memento in the airport while leaving the islands, you’re intentions are pure. You think, “Yes, by golly, I’m gonna go home and practice me some aloha.” Even when you peel it off and carefully place it just so on the back window of your rig, you still believe it can be done. Then, you get cut off in traffic and instead of throwing the “hang loose” sign, you display an entirely different gesture.
We all sell out at some point.
Vittles vindicated.
The wife had jury duty earlier this week and it went well. But I think she should have just started yelling this every time she was asked a question.
I don’t need any encouragement.
We’ve all got something to confess…
One would think this act of gallantry would elicit more appreciation.
Lookout Grandma!
Meant to balance out last Sunday’s cartoon. Change is good except when it isn’t. Tradition is great until it shuts the stained glass window on the new wind of the Spirit. Wisdom is more valuable than all.
A compelling book on this topic is Play Their Hearts Out by George Dohrmann, focusing on youth basketball, the club and traveling team circuit, and shoe companies. Both of the above statements can be true, depending on your context.
White Outs 