Autonomous driving is all the rage. It’s almost every day we hear how car companies are advancing their offerings, perfecting their car systems, etc.
Today is one of those days that I miss my kids. I really miss my kids. Because today was the day we’d take off and have a picnic. On the National Mall. At Mount Vernon. At McIntyre Park. Because today is Lag B’Omer. A pretty functional name for the holiday, since it means the 33rd day. The 33rd day between Pesach and Shvuot.
I generally ride my bike every morning. Sometimes I ride it in the afternoons, too.
But, since the end of Pesach, it has rained so much and so long that my bike riding has been pretty much missing from my daily activity logs. As a matter of fact, one night when I was returning from a business trip to Baltimore, the Rock Creek Parkway was underwater (that was announced on the radio), as was the road I was on (instead). Kenilworth Avenue/DC 295 had significant flooding that forced me to back up on an interstate (the first time I ever did so) and execute a very long detour. So much for getting home by midnight.
I admit it. I am an old fart.
Old enough to have participated in the battle to change the laws that afforded (almost still) civil rights and equality for Blacks. Old enough to have participated in the campaign to stop the war in Vietnam. Old enough to have shamed the Soviet Union to release its Jewish citizens that were being persecuted.
This is the third part of an update of what is going on with Obamacare.
On Thursday, we discussed why – without states expanding Medicaid and without approving the use of more physicians assistants and nurse practitioners- the ability to provide health care to rural America is a difficult task.