Opinion

I once owned a house on Goodrich Avenue in St.

I’m a simple man with simple tastes.

There’s no easy way to say something like this so I’m just going to come out and say it: Beyond Reason really likes to take ‘er easy.

If you attended the Granite Falls Home Companion Meander Opening Night sketch comedy performance, you may recall there was a bit about the “Meetings Meeting”, which mocked the number of meetings that happen locally.There are, always, plenty of meetings to be held, and because there are a number of people involved with multiple non-profits and organizations who do a whole lot of things for their communities, sometimes those meetings are held at odd times of day, on odd days of the week.So when I was asked to meet with a member of one organization on a Sunday evening to discuss potential ideas for an upcoming event, and how, as a photographer, I may contribute to the event, I, of course, agreed - because meetings is what we do around these parts - no matter what time of day or day of the week.However, after a full day of volunteering - cooking/bartending/cleaning, etc while the weather was so lovely outside - all I wanted to do was be outside.

The Democratic nominee proposes Medicare assistance for home health aides to help people who must care for elderly parents while holding down a job and perhaps raising children, and on the same day the journalist Bob Woodward makes serious allegations about the Republican nominee to which a Republican spokesman says the journalist is “a total sleazebag who has lost it mentally.” There is the 2024 campaign in a paragraph.

My relationship with a broom usually goes like this: I see many somethings on the floor I dislike; I go get a broom; I use that broom to sweep up those dislikable many somethings; I realize I should have brought a dustpan to the party; I hunt for that dustpan because no one ever puts it away; I finally locate said dustpan in an inexplicable place (the garage?!); I sweep up the dislikable debris; I return the broom to whence it lives; walking out the door I realize I forgot to put the dustpan away and promise to put it away later; then I don’t think about a broom until the next time I see terribleness on the floor.But the other day I had a broom and was sweeping leaves and sticks off our front steps.

I am finally going to get my COVID booster shot, which I postponed while I was on the road doing shows after each of which I wound up in the theater lobby commingling with the crowd, shaking hands, patting shoulders, posing for pictures, 80-year-old ladies snuggling up to me, being breathed upon, which is the proper thing to do.

The last couple of weeks have been intensely busy with events, preparation for election coverage, etc.