Now that our lieutenant governor has agreed to resign after repeated embarrassments, I think we should declare a state holiday and on that day, we are all allowed to overdraw our accounts at the bank and then improperly spend the funds on the frivolous indulgence of our choice. I guess you could also call it Bookout/Darr Day since they both seem to have the same talent. Back to pizza, Mr. Darr.
The hype and jive of Super Bowl week
I really enjoy the two weeks preceding the Super Bowl. This is Super Bowl XLVIII (48) for those of you counting. I’ve never really understood why they use Roman numerals, but they have since I watched I (1) and still are XLVII (47) years later. One source says that started it at Super Bowl V (5) to make the game seem more important. I should have paid more attention in Latin class.
The post-playoff hype has been hard to take with Seattle defensive back Richard Sherman and his antics, and unfortunately, he’ll be part of the story leading up to the big game. I don’t care what others say. He showed his true colors. He is a thug and acted like one. But he is a rich thug.
Since I am in the advertising business, I particularly enjoy the commercials and possibly pay more attention to that aspect than the game itself. More often than not, the game is a letdown.
As you are watching, remember that each 30-second commercial costs $4 million. There are about 60 slots for ads, so that would be about $240 million in ad revenue for the Fox Network.
It’s all about the money. And the snacks.
Tea anyone? The Downton Abbey Phenomena
I don’t know about you, but I am addicted to “Downton Abbey,” the PBS phenomena airing on Sunday nights. I never miss an episode and have to have a quiet room so I can absorb every nuance. I believe it is the most popular program in public television history.
It reminds me of my college days when we wouldn’t miss “General Hospital” or made a special point of gathering around the tube to watch this new wild and crazy show called “Saturday Night Live.”
Farewell to a great lady
My mother-in-law passed away last week at age 92. Her name was Jewell and she was one indeed. She was the mother of 10 children, 27 grandchildren, 41 great grandchildren and 2 more scheduled to arrive later this year. She was called “Memaw” and “Honey” by all the grands and never met a grandchild she didn’t love.
She was a master quilter and cook extraordinaire. She was of a generation when you had to work hard for everything and be able to do things with your hands. She did it all. She did things with her hands, but she will be remembered for what she did with her heart. And I was her favorite son-in-law. RIP Jewell.
The attacking deer on Riverland Drive
We have a lot of deer in Maumelle. They are everywhere. They run in herds. They are aggressive at times. They scare me.
I was coming over the hill on Riverside Drive and out of nowhere a group of about 8-10 Bambis shot out in front of my car. I screeched to a halt and at the same time, one of them slammed into the side of my car. Scared the stuffing out of me. Luckily, the kamikaze deer hopped up and took off with the rest of the group. I could have sworn I heard him say, “Better luck next time, sucker.”
I caught a group of them eating my monkey grass in the front yard last year. I clapped my hands to scare them off and one of them looked up and growled at me.
Be careful and keep your eyes peeled for those jaywalking deer. See you on the Boulevard.
Neal Moore is COE (Chief of Everything) at Neal Moore Creative, a PR, advertising and marketing consultancy. If you have a community concern or if you’re just irritated about something contact him at email@example.com. Follow him on Facebook, Linkedin or Twitter, @kneelmore.