In this day and age people constantly get the three confused. They are all three very much different, you know. Consider the man driving the big 18 wheeler. He possesses power. On the other hand, the little 5ft 4in woman with a badge holding her hand up blowing a whistle. Now that is authority. She receives it from her chain of command and city government.

That truck driver, should he continue, can likely power his way past that police woman but when he does, he is subject to penalties. That is to say, he becomes responsible for any damage, injury and death. Because he intentionally disobeyed the police officer, he should be made to pay for his crime.

Power, authority and responsibility wind their way through corporations, governments and military organizations. However, it is also important that each one of us have our own personal bit of power, authority and responsibility. For a society to really work, we must not abuse power as the dems do. We absolutely must not wrongfully use our authority. When we hurt others, even by accident, we must accept responsibility, unlike Old Joe. I guess his parents teach him about power, authority or certainly responsibility. Every time he misuses power he ignores it. Every time he has authority, he causes grief. Every time he is responsible for the loss of life, he hides in the cellar or quickly point his finger at someone else.

Let’s pass a law limiting the number of times a commercial can be repeated. Note: I will settle for most anything.

I did say most people would like it, except those that make and use them. If we start talking about such things in Congress, we will likely hear from those who advertise, sort of like a squealing pig. Note, I did use the term pig intentionally.

With the driveway all iced over, will it be my wife or me to slip and break bones first. Whenever we go to the car together, I try to steady her. Then, of course, who will steady me.

I didn’t know it at the time but those who are on the south side of the street have, by far, the bigger problem with ice and snow. At our age, about all we can do is hope and pray for it to warm up before one of us is killed on the way to the auto.

I have no right to complain. Many are without electricity and/or water. Some are businesses with fixed weekly costs, which conceivably includeds getting the ice cleared from parking and walkways.

Well, this is me, staying inside and praying for a little warmer weather for all of us in the mid-south. Sorry. Those in and around Chicago will have to deal with the deep freeze on their own. I need to concentrate my efforts closer to home, like out the front door.

I speak from experience. I know. Just don’t try it. Even if you know the secrets of driving on ice, others don’t and if you must drive, you will likely meet one of them.

The wife and I stepped out a little to eat and get a few groceries. Did I mention it was already cold and, according to the weatherman, the cold has not really arrived yet.

Just don’t like cold. In a way, it’s odd, cold is not a form of energy. It is rather the lack of heat.

So that’s the problem. It is not the cold moving into the Midsouth, but the fact that so much heat will be leaving.

Somehow, that don’t help the chills in my old bones.

A while ago, there was a writing prompt about long life. I was flippant. I said it sounds like a good idea to me.

I thought it over. Those children who are aborted, killed, don’t live long. It has made me wonder, “Does anybody care?”