Monday Morning Musings

Posted on January 15, 2018 under Monday Morning Musings with one comment

Saguaro National Park – Arizona

( Peter MacDonald photo )

Mea culpa. Mea culpa. Mea maxima culpa.

Loosely translated for those of you not familiar with the phrase, it means “ my bad.” It comes from a Latin prayer called The Confiteor which means, “I confess.”

I waxed eloquently last week about the evils of Nabilone. Are you still humming the music to Abilene?! I still have issues with “Big Pharma,” and make no apologies for that sideswipe. This column is meant to be light hearted. There’s more than enough potty language flying around these days.

I did a pretty good job at trashing Nabilone. And this, after only taking a single pill. I received lots of feedback, some public and some private. Most of you just had a good laugh. But for a few of you, medications like Nabilone are game changers. I received a bit of “schooling.” Apparently (and not surprisingly) it takes several weeks before a person’s body adapts to a drug like Nabilone. In some cases, people with chronic and severe pain have been given a new lease on life.

So, Nabilone, this is my official mea culpa. Sorry, but I won’t be taking you to the prom. I have a book to write and am involved in quite a few community endeavours and cannot afford to wait for you to ask me to dance in 4-6 weeks’ time. I’m in enough of a fog as it is.

Small community newspapers matter. I am very fortunate to have multiple platforms to publish my stories but I think newspapers are still my favorite. There’s just something about holding the written word in your hands while sipping coffee… or wine. The Highland Heart has been around our community for quite a few years now. I love the paper. It is local and it is grassroots. When I’m hanging out in the Doctor’s office or sipping a dark roast at the Tall and Small, I often grab the HH to see what’s going on in our community.

Full disclosure. I am a regular contributor to this publication (and don’t receive remuneration). I am astonished at how many people stop me to say they’ve read something of mine in the Highland Heart.

So, here’s the deal. The paper is for sale. You could be the new owner. If you are interested, contact Sarah Armstrong. You just might be the next media mogul!

Profound sadness. I came home from an event the other night and Betty informed me that Bernie Vosman had died. It really and truly felt like a kick in the stomach. Bernie was one of the finest and most decent human beings I have ever met. I got to know him during my days as administrator of the CACL Workshop.

In the eyes of Bernie’s family, colleagues and friends, he was a superstar. I will tell you more about this incredible guy on Thursday as I pay tribute to a life well lived.

Have a great week.

P.S. OK. So you’re wondering, “What in the hell is the picture of the cactus all about?” That was taken by my son Peter in Saguaro National Park near Tucson, Arizona a few years ago. Hoping to spend some time there in March. Apparently it’s the place to go for arthritis sufferers.

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