Doing Good

Yeah, I know, it's supposed to be "Doing Well", but this isn't great literature. Tonight it is basically a rant. Have you ever wondered that doing good (whether it is in work, friendships or whatever) is like pissing your pants when you are wearing black pants? You get a warm feeling, but no one notices. That seems to be it lately. You try to do good but no one cares. Is it self- centered on my part or is the entire world consumed with "self"? You try to be kind and caring( yeah, it is me talking, Mr. Sarcasm!) but the people around seem to be going along their own merry path to self destruction. Any suggestions? I know, I shouldn't be bitching; I have a great life: a job to die for, great students, two great daughters and their great husbands, and two of the cutest grandchildren anyone could ever ask for. Then, what the hell is the problem? Maybe, it's something I will discover along the yellow bricked road to the Emerald City.

Now to something a bit literary. Picked up a copy of The Ten Cent Plague: The Great Comic-Book Scare and How It Changed America. It's an interesting look at the impact of the comic-book on American culture, especially for those who grew up in the 50s and 60s. Pick it up if you have a chance.
That's it for now.
Talk to you later.