The following comes from a blog post I shared back on November 1, 2015 to Autistics Speaking Day from my mother-ship blog, This, That, and Vera.
A mother and son from my synagogue came up to me and asked if I would be interested in watching the mother while the son was away at a business conference out of state. I know the folks pretty well, so I decided to give it a try.
The mess hall is the place where we guests of A Cerebral Prison go to eat and socialize. The walls are almost a radioactive white, to match the ceiling and the floor. If the windows didn’t peak to the outside, one would think this was a padded room. Maybe it was at one time, I don’t know.
If I haven’t made it known to you, then let me state it for the official record: I am the world’s biggest Rolling Stones fan. (Okay, maybe more like Cleveland’s biggest Rolling Stones fan.)
Both sides of the American political spectrum have basically learned how to fight the other with the same cookie-cutter catch phrases, the same overused memes, and worst of all, attack in a gang mentality.