Fandango’s Flashback Friday — February 26

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 26th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.


This was originally posted on February 26, 2006 on my very first blog. Can you believe that this post is 15 years old?

College Tuition, Ice Cream Cones, and Sneakers

In a recent issue of BusinessWeek there was a brief article entitled, “Tuition: it’s not like an ice cream cone.” As a payer of tuitions and a fan of ice cream, that tagline grabbed my attention.

The article opened with a reference to a family with two kids who are attending Middlebury College in Vermont. The father commented that he spends virtually all of his family’s discretionary income on his kids’ college educations. He went on to say, “We look at it as an investment in their lives.”

That’s the issue raised in the BusinessWeek article. It noted that “government number crunchers” don’t see education expenses as an investment. Even though households in this country shelled out $224 billion last year for education, the wizards in the government view that outlay as “consumption, no different than buying an ice cream cone or a pair of sneakers,” rather than as “investment.”

The article goes on to say that, “if the money socked away by households to be spent on education was counted as savings, then the U.S. personal savings rate for 2005 would have been 2.0%, not the -0.5% the official numbers show.”

I can relate to the plight of the couple with the two kids at Middlebury. I just started the onerous process of doing my taxes for 2005 and saw that I shelled out close to $85,000 last year in after tax dollars to pay for my daughter’s graduate school and my son’s law school. Essentially, I’ve been paying college tuitions (and related expenses such as room and board, books, and incidentals) continuously since 1997. Yet, because my adjusted gross income is deemed by the Internal Revenue Service (IRS) to be “too high” to deduct even a penny of that from my tax liability, I’m shit out of luck.

I am delighted that I can afford to fund my kids’ educations and not burden them with huge student loans they’d otherwise have hanging over their heads as they start out their professional lives. Like the father in the article, I consider that money to be an investment in my kids’ futures (and in my retirement planning).

But my Uncle Sam sees it as ice cream cones and sneakers. Go figure

A Month of Love #25

Paula Light says, “Let’s celebrate the month of lurve (aka love) by posting one thing we love every day throughout February.

Now the truth is that I’m not really a romantic guy, so I might be hard pressed to come up with 28 objects of love, but I think I should be able to come up with 28 things I like a lot.

I’m not a flashy dresser and I don’t make much of an effort — okay, no effort whatsoever — to be fashionable. For me, it’s alway comfort over style. And that goes for my shoes.

When I’m not padding around my house in slippers, my almost exclusive footwear is my Brooks Addiction Walker sneakers. In black.See, I told you, comfort over style.

#100WW — Late Night Run

The uniformed officer flipped through his notebook. “Her roommate reported her missing at 7:30 this morning,” he told Detective Fred Morrisey. “She went for a run last night at around 9:30 and never came home.”

“And these are the missing girl’s sneakers?” Morrisey asked.

“Yes, I texted a photo of them to the roommate and she confirmed it.”

“I don’t see any signs of a struggle,” Morrisey said.

Detective Ron Hayden, Morrisey’s partner, walked up to Morrisey. He held out a smashed mobile phone. “We found this in the bushes. It might be the vic’s.”

“Damn,” Morrisey sighed.

(100 words)


Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo credit: Bikurgurl.

FFfPP — Time to Move On

“Dad, what the hell?” Debbie asked as she came from the master bedroom into the living room where her father was sitting on the sofa reading a book.

“What is it, Debbie?” Ted asked, looking up from his book.

“You haven’t gotten rid of any of Mom’s stuff,” Debbie said. “All of her clothes are still in the closet and even her sneakers and dumbbell hand weights are on the carpet next to her treadmill. I thought you were going to donate all that stuff to Goodwill.”

“Yes, I still plan to,” Ted said.

“Dad, Mom died six months ago,” Debbie said. “But even her toothbrush, hair bushes, and cosmetics are still in the bathroom. What’s going on with you? What are you waiting for?”

“It’s hard, Debbie,” Ted said. “We were together for nearly 25 years and I miss her terribly.”

“I know, Dad,” Debbie said, “but you need to move on with your life. I’ll call Bob and he and I can stop by this weekend, pack up her clothing, and take it to Goodwill for you.”

All of it?” Ted asked.

“Well, we won’t take her jewelry to Goodwill,” Debbie said, “and if there are a few other mementos of hers that you want to keep, tag them. But seriously, Dad, you gotta let go of the rest of this. It’s time.”


Written for Roger Shipp’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner. Photo credit: MorgueFile April2020.