Holy non-sequiturs Batman

Adam West and Burt Ward in Batman.


When I was a kid I loved Batman.  The tv show, not the comic.  Even though by the time I was old enough to understand (kind of) what was going on, the 3 short seasons were in syndication.

When I was 10, or 11 my Mom and Dad took us to the local dime store.  They didn’t tell us where we were going.  They didn’t tell us why.  It was in the days that you could keep things from your kids I guess.  Burt Ward was doing a personal appearance.  We got to meet Robin.  It was one of the best days of my young life.

Batman was a huge part of my childhood.  I didn’t learn until much later that it was goofy.  It was much, much later that I found out that goofy was cool.

Michael Keaton, and Christian Bale may have played the more “accurate” Batman.  Adam West?  He was Batman to me.  RIP Caped Crusader.


When did everyone become so sure?

Of themselves, of their opinions, of their “facts”.  When did this happen?

I guess the answer is we’ve always been sure of our own postions.  What’s changed is the exclusion of those who have different opinions than our own.

Disagreement is fine.  Debate is healthy.  As long as we can still be friends when the discussion is over.  I wonder if that’s possible anymore.

People have the ablitly to be “heard” on a scale that we’ve never before experienced (this missive is just one example).  However, just because you can say something, doesn’t always mean you should.  I’ve never forgotten something I learned in my first speech class.  Once you say something, it can never be taken back.  Think first, then speak (or type as the case may be).  Just be nice to each other.

That race face though

Spent a great afternoon riding the greenways of Indianapolis.  Saw many people on bikes.  It’s a great thing……..or one would think.

I always try to smile, and wave or even say “hi there” if proximity allows.  I’m greeted, more often times than not, with the………face.  You know the one I mean.  Maybe you don’t.  It looks something like this.


The greenways of Indianapolis are a jewel.  I am more than anxious for the city to add/connect more of these great trails.  The moral of the story is this: Enjoy the ride. Wave to someone you don’t know.

p.s. You’re really not going that fast.

I hope you had a great holiday weekend.

Old time radio

old time radio

I grew up loving radio.  I liked to listen to the old programs, and was amazed that good writing, and voice work could illicit vivid images in your mind.

Where I live in Indianapolis we have this little race every Memorial Day weekend.  You may have heard of it.  The long standing tradition here is to listen to the race on the radio.  There are a couple of reasons for this.  The simplest answer is that if the race doesn’t sell out, it isn’t televised.

The more accurate reason, I think, is that the broadcast team makes it damned compelling.  Consider the number of “actors” involved, and the sheer size of the track.  The drama can unfold, and change in the blink of an eye.  Most of the announcers can’t even see each other during the broadcast.  I think it’s the closest thing we have in the modern day to old time radio.  Theater of the mind.

The internet makes it easier than ever to listen to radio from all over.  Do me a favor and “dial” in the race this Sunday (if it doesn’t get rained out-it’s not looking good).  See if you agree with me.


Soft people in a hard time

The news can be daunting.  It seems like it goes from bad to worse on a daily basis.

In the midst of all this I don’t think people have ever been as distracted or self involved.  I’m amazed at the number of people I talk to on a daily basis that won’t look you in the eye, or look up from their phone long enough to answer a question.

The savages that I’ve associated with would call it a lack of “situational awareness”.  If I leaned a bit more toward the “woo woo”, I would say those people weren’t “present”.

I suggest we all keep a weather eye, and look out for one another.  That would be a good place to start.