HEY CRANKY REVEREND…

Cranky Reverend (CR) is trying to find some sanity in this world of accusations, fake news, hate thy neighbor television and cancerous conversations….whatever happened to civility and my mother’s advice “If you have nothing nice to say, then stuff a doughnut in your mouth”? Really…..

Cranky Reverend (CR to his one friend) has been experiencing terrible dreams these past few weeks, which CR can only hope is just a passing phase — like the Nixon Administration was just a passing haze. Really, CR had to go all the way back to the 1970’s for a cultural reference….ouch! Did you ever get that gnawing feeling in your gut, and then remember that you are in the middle of the prep for a colonoscopy? Me too…..and don’t judge me when I say I am looking forward to the procedure just so I can get an hour of really good sleep. I mean it….

Anyway, CR is here to remind you that Christmas is just 163 days away — and then it will be July 2020 and we will be wondering what happened to the 2000-teens.

So, CR has been receiving a number of inquiries lately, and CR would like to share some of them with you……if you are finished reading the “fake news” already.

“HEY CRANKY REVEREND, whatever happened to the 1980’s anyway?” Oh, the 1980’s — one of CR’s worst decades. Either CR saw this on television or CR dreamed it as part of CR’s “My life is half-way over and what do I have to show for it” series of dreams in the last few weeks (perhaps that explains the night sweats)…..anyway did CR see that the 1980’s fashions are making a comeback? CR lived through the 80’s and for the life of “ALF” can’t remember one good thing that came out of that decade (except for CR’s wedding day, which by the way is the only day it rained in a drought-infested month of August in 1988).

Look the 1970’s gave us platform shoes, bell bottoms, and knee-high socks — to say nothing about the plaids and stripes that were acceptable in one outfit. But the eighties — CR spent most of the 1980’s with CR’s high tops untied (perhaps that explains why CR’s hips hurt so much), CR’s collar up (it still looks better that way), and wearing his sweathshirts inside out (it doubled the allowable wear time). And now you want CR to relive through that “fashion hell”? No thanks…….

So, here’s to the 1980’s remaining in the rear view mirror along with CR’s youth — and by the way, every decade will fade into our memory banks like CR’s bit coin fades into meaningless “ones and zeros” with every passing minute.