I remember a sunny Saturday morning in Newport, Rhode Island — graduation day for Class 48 at the U.S. Naval School, Officer Candidate. That was its official name; to us it was just OCS. And few who experience OCS ever quite forget it.
Unless they flunk out.
If you’re like me, you’ve spent a lifetime seeking just the right gift for that special occasion. If you’re even more like me, you’ve failed. Happily, salvation is at hand. I have prepared a list of gift suggestions that are so creative, so unexpected, we can consider our gift-giving dysfunction cured.
I’ve been asked repeatedly, “Why don’t you write about cars?” The short answer is, “I don’t want to,” but a more useful reply is that I spent 40 years doing that, six of them as editor of Car and Driver. That said, I am no longer up to speed on the auto industry.
Here it is the end of January, and I’m only now finding time to make those annoying resolutions. I shouldn’t call them annoying, because a national business magazine says that 60 percent of Americans indulge in this fantasy each year.
Dear Santa Claus:
I may be the oldest kid writing to you this year. At eighty, I don’t have any parents or grandparents to send me presents.
My aging friends, generous as they are, have themselves to look out for. Themselves and more progeny than the Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe.
The Northside Sun’s Nikki Rowell, passionately and with considerable citations, advanced the point that every woman in this country is threatened with some form of sexual harassment or has already been a victim of it.
No woman should have to fear sexual harassment, let alone fear speaking out about it. We can all agree on that.
In charitable giving, research shows that Mississippians are the most generous persons in the country. That’s heartwarming news, but I wish it had not reached the ears of so many charities that, I’m convinced, want to take advantage of me because I live here.