I love Sundays. The days of the week have a feel and Sundays is very distinct. Sundays feel lazy. If you work your ass off on a Sunday you feel especially tired. For me Sundays always meant the newspaper. I always looked forward to my dad to arrive home with the paper. The newspaper on Sundays was always bigger and better than any other day. It was filled to the brim with everything you needed to know for that time. Newspapers were the internet before the internet.  The power they wielded was on par of what the social networking sites of the twenty first century have. I won't lament the newspapers down fall. They remind us not everything stays the same. Evolution at work is a beautiful process that is all around us. It is also sad. Your neighborhood you grew up in changes. Families move. Houses get torn down and rebuilt differently. The rhythms change. Rituals and the businesses they create are born, live and then die. When we observe these changes we feel sad. A piece of us just died. Death and loss permeate our lives. We suffer from a spiritual diabetes. Lives are built on foundations that are intrinsically diseased. Life hacks away at our physical and emotional bodies. Piece by piece the limbs that make up your life, your friends and family are stolen away. We lament our missing limbs. I'm not sure but maybe that is the difference between happy people and sad people. Sad people stare at the missing bits of their life, screaming at the doctor and cursing his scalpel. The happy people mourn their missing bits. The difference is they can grow replacements and move on with life.

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Please check out this Sunday Funny from the past: http://twitpic.com/2f0xir  It says a lot about life if you look.
Thanks to Roger Ebert for the link.

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If you want to read about some of the untruths propagated in America's pick up: All the News UNFIT to Print. How things were and how they were reported. You can get it here: http://www.amazon.com/All-News-Unfit-Print-Reported/dp/0470405236