I often feel like Professor Faber from Ray Bradbury’s brilliant novel “Fahrenheit 451.” He understood what had happened to his society and culture. He understood the intellectual and psychological way out of the mess, but he lived alone and watched in fear and despair as his society kept sinking deeper and deeper into an abyss. He saw and understood what many others needed to know, but he had no way of communicating the message to them — because he couldn’t compete with the shallow entertainment which had buried serious thought by those such as him. That doesn’t mean I have all the answers, any more than a scared and despairing Faber did. It just means I know how people could choose to dig themselves out of the shallow and emotionally empty world they’ve created for themselves. But they’re too busy laughing at the White Clown to pay attention. (Please read the book and think about it. The book isn’t about censorship, despite what your English teacher might have once told you. It’s about modern life and your choices.)
Cop’s murder has me pondering why humans kill those they love
I didn’t know Andy Kimbrel. I don’t know his widow, Stephanie Keller. But I can’t help but stare at this Facebook picture of them from less than a year ago — and wonder why she killed him Thursday night.
Kimbrel was a police officer in a safe and affluent suburb of Birmingham where I drive almost every day. I had never heard of either of them until police announced today that he was the victim of a murder in a domestic incident last night — and his widow has been charged with murder.
I have absolutely no idea what happened between them, so I have no opinion about whether it’s murder or if it’s justified in some way. I’m not even especially interested in that part of it right now. Instead, I find myself looking at this pair — who have been married only a couple of years — and wonder how it is that two people who seemed deeply in love could come to this.
Why do we humans tend to hurt or even kill the people we love?
Does change really come quickly? Or do we finally accept the truth?
When change happens, it can seem like a bolt out of the blue.
It can seem as though we’re heading in one stable direction in life and then something changes without warning — suddenly upending all of our plans and assumptions and hopes.
But is that the way it works? Is the dramatic moment of change what we think it is — a shocking thing we didn’t see coming — or is it just the moment when we finally accept what should have been obvious long before?
I met a young woman earlier this week who really impressed me. When I was eating at a restaurant where I rarely go Monday evening, I kept noticing an attractive server and thinking she looked familiar. I finally invited her over and asked if we might have met.
As far as we could figure, we had never met, but we talked for 10 or 15 minutes. She was delightful. She was intelligent, charming, funny and beautiful. She was tall and had dark brown hair that made her bright blue eyes all the more striking.

Briefly: It seems that crazy folks don’t quite understand metaphors
Briefly: State lotteries are hypocritical and exploitive shams
Briefly: The cats are slowly getting back to normal; thanks for your concern
We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
‘This path leads to somewhere I think I can finally say, I’m home’
When love finally dies, it’s like a fever breaks and the pain is gone