I know that I have posted about this before, but it’s still a lament that I am not alone in making. But, I’ll try to make it somewhat poetic. I’m nobody’s poet, but hopefully it won’t be half-bad. (And no, I’m not about to start talking about pina coladas.)
The name of this sounds like a typo, but I actually saw this word once before on a marquee. In downtown Lincoln in the spring of 2005, there was an independent outdoors outfitter named OuTek, and their marquee I saw every day when driving toward a parking garage to go to my morning classes at UNL.
The marquee one time said,
“Hiking, Camping, Backpackpacking Gear Here!”
Yesterday, I posted the following on Facebook, and wanted to describe it.
The explanation is probably meaningful only to a limited audience, granted. Nevertheless, I will still explain it, and I’ll hopefully avoid “Rat” at the end of the post.
On Sunday, I went to Northwestern’s Norris Center to play bridge, and had a lot of fun. It is not unusual for alumni of Northwestern to show up to bridge club on occasion there. Indeed, when I was a student at NU, alumni of the club came every so often, as well as some community members.
It has been really hard to follow the social media over the last week. In the days leading up to the election, there was still incessant campaigning, and now that Trump is the projected winner of the election (projected because the official Electoral Vote doesn’t take place until December), social media has been ablaze with complaints and fear.