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On this Sunday without football, in our house we are watching South Park.

It has been a long time since I have tuned in to Matt Stone and Trey Parker’s long-running satirical masterpiece and now I remember why—it is hilariously offensive to pretty much everyone. The two shows we watched this morning took aim at Joanna and Chip Gaines of Fixer-Upper fame, Confederate flag wavers, complainers of all stripes, Amazon’s Alexa, anxiety sufferers, Buddhism, iPhones and trendy baby names.

Some years ago when our eldest granddaughter spent a bit too much time watching TV with Grandpa, we warned her not to tell anyone at her oh-so-sensitive school that they had been watching South Park together.  She was an obedient child, so she didn’t TELL anyone—she just posted it as an item in the First Grade classroom news.  Her mother was shunned by a few parents as a result.

It is strange to have a Sunday without watching one sport or another. I can’t work up any enthusiasm for the Winter Olympics. Even though I admire the athletes’ skill and determination, I am too concerned that the big winner this year will be Omicron.  The Golden State Warriors basketball team is always fun to watch but they are not playing today.  Steph Curry, with his incredible skill and goofy, joyful personality is my (and everyone else’s) favorite.  In Oakland, California, where the likelihood of never having enough to eat can be measured by how many feet one lives above sea level, Steph and Ayesha Curry have used their money, influence, and partnership with the Alameda County Food Bank and the Oakland Unified School District to provide sixteen million meals to the city’s school children and also launched a campaign to improve literacy rates in Oakland’s schools.  Curry is not just a good player; he’s a good person.

Since this blog seems to be a kind of stream-of-consciousness effort, I might as well conclude by noting that I really, really enjoy getting your comments and observations and unless you let me know otherwise, if I add them to a post I will use only your first name and last initial.  




About Alexis

Alexis Rankin Popik, author of Kiss Me Over the Garden Gate, is an award-winning short story writer whose work has appeared in The Berkshire Review and Potpourri Magazine. She has penned numerous articles about local history that have been published in Connecticut Explored and the University of Connecticut School of Law and The Hartford Seminary publications. A former union organizer, Popik traveled the country educating shipyard workers about health and safety and founded a labor-management health plan before turning to writing fiction full-time. She lives with her husband in New England.
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