My Electric Date

 

My friend Craig had been waiting for his Tesla for a long time.  So long, that the "locked in" price he had negotiated with the dealer had gone up on the street by about $10,000.  "Are you tempted to just take your profit and sell it?", I asked him last summer.  He smiled the smile of a satisfied man.  "We'll probably keep it."

Today was my first ride.  "Did you have to pledge allegiance to Elon Musk to take possession?",  I said as I climbed into the black beauty. Craig is used to me being snarky.  Snarky turned into astonishment as Craig pointed out all of the features.

The climactic moment came when he turned onto good old Lake Shore Drive and went into the self-driving mode.  The Tesla didn't notice the homeless tent in the park but it did notice traffic and adjusted accordingly. I climbed out of my horse and buggy mind into the mysterious future. Thanks, Craig.

Wow.

Who Do We Love?

 

Hershel Walker and Brett Favre Were Football Gods.  It Should Have Ended There.  When I saw this article in the Washington Post I nodded my head in agreement and then I started to think.

Athletic stars have never shared more of the spotlight than they do today.  We are a culture craving endless distraction and the media moguls know how to extract every available profit from our infinite goodwill.

Walker and Favre have stepped deep into it.  They deserve whatever fate awaits.  But why shouldn't a athletic star enter politics?  Or any other endeavor?  We can look at them anew. If fame gives you a leg up,  I trust that as much or more than I trust a billion dollars.  Don't you?