There is a new resident in the White House. The other shoe has dropped. This is no reality show. It’s for real.
So much has been said in all media about the third presidential debate. Allow me to add my two cents worth.
A couple of seasons ago, I swore never again to get hooked on soap operas or endless teleseryes.
My friend, a TV buff, complains about local daytime television. “I find nothing but hearings,” she whines.
“Gratitude is the inward feeling of kindness received. Thankfulness is the natural impulse to express that feeling. Thanksgiving is the following of that impulse.”—Henry Van Dyke
I read somewhere that in a little town in Tennessee, a man driving his old truck with its four tires in dismal condition stopped at a roadway diner for a quick meal.
I started this on Monday, an important day for the country. My yaya came home from the precinct, proud to have voted. And when I asked her, sheepishly I must admit, whom she voted for, she answered “Taumbayan po.” It made me happy.
I was watching a group of teenagers and preteens in a restaurant the other day. Each one held a gadget; one had the volume turned up to the max. I observed how “with the beat” this young boy was. His moves made me regret not learning how to shoot videos with my iPhone. This was an FB moment.
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