Congressional members avoid town hall meetings

During the week-long Congressional break it wasn’t surprising that few Congressional members followed tradition by holding town hall meetings in their districts. In reality, it shouldn’t have been “too surprising” to most of us that our Republican or Democrat politicians, preferred to bypass the meetings and avoid facing constituents who have a barrage of questions.
There is no question those town hall meetings would not have been the most pleasant of gatherings for the politicians, but our representatives must remember they serve all people in their district and not those who voted just for them. It might be amazing what can be learned when we quit shouting at each other, listen and try to cooperate.
We’ve been told it takes someone older than most people now living to remember when dime stores were so named. If the trend continues, in a few more years we might even be trying to remember dollar stores.
Speaking of memory, we find our memory isn’t what it once was. We are constantly reminded we should leave notes. That type of advice sounded logical to me and was accepted particularly after it came from the Betterhalf. However her tip of advice is useless because a new habit has developed. I now am asking, “Has anyone seen my notes?”
Apparently it is quite common in today’s households to have colorful decorative pillows on couches, on beds and even stashed on floors in room corners. In our home, it is so irritating when I’m ready to hit the sack and I must remove no less than seven decorative pillows off the bed . . . just to be able to pull the comforter back to prep my place to sleep. Even though one of the seven pillows is romantically heart-shaped, each evening I continue to deliberately throw them to the Betterhalf’s side of the bed in hopes she might discontinue putting those pillows back each morning.
Thus far, my effort has produced little results in changing her decorating routine. My last effort failed miserably when I thought the pillows on the floor would attract our dog to crawl among the pillows; shed dog hair on them; and then force the Betterhalf to abandon those hairy pillows. No such luck. The dog wanted nothing to do with my plan and went back to his pillow on the livingroom footstool. Meanwhile my pillow talk with the Betterhalf continues to fall on deaf ears.

RL Furse  is publisher emeritus of the News-Register

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