Today is my last day in the office for a while. I’ll do some work, go to the library, write some letters, have luncheon with Rob Lehman, teach a conducting lesson and a voice lesson, clean off my desk, and leave by 5 p.m.
The next five weeks are away on school business.
I found this 7-minute interview on NPR’s Morning Edition today to be very informative and helpful in understanding what’s going on with the Trump administration’s enforcement of a 1990s court ruling:
We received rain this evening. Thanks be to God.
The Mormons sound great in this, but I really like the Victorian English translation: “Thanks be to God. He laveth the thirsty land.”
The phone rings, with a Kansas City number on the display. While I generally don’t answer if I don’t know who it is, this one I answer.
And immediately: “Hello, is Kim there?”
“Sorry,” I say. “You have the wrong number.”
“Well maybe you can help me. This is Jim with the Missouri Association of State Troopers and Police . . . .”
At which point I hang up.
What’s wrong with this?
Well, this was an unsolicited fundraising call. On a Sunday.
But more importantly, this was a deceitful, sneaky, underhanded sales script.
Some police agency or brotherhood or union or someone purporting to be such is using a false lead-in to get my attention?
They should be ashamed.