Saturday, May 20, 2017

"She's A Valley Girl And There Is No Cure"

My last visit there to the original mall has always haunted me.  I was reminded of the poignant memory after reading Kevin D. Williamson’s article, “Closing Time,” in the National Review this week.

During my high school days at Ulysses S. Grant, and with my girlfriend Trish, I went to what probably amounted of hundreds of movies in the General Cinema Theater on the third floor.  I even saw “Fast Times At Ridgemont High” in that theater.  It was a strange feeling walking out of the theater at the end of the film through the entrance that had just been a location for the movie I had just seen. 

I remember going to Perry’s Pizza, and to the arcade.  I often visited my friend, Debbie who worked at Crabtree and Evelyn inside the mall.  She always seemed surprised to see me for some reason.  “Ah, we’ve spent most of our pre-adult lives in this mall, Debbie, so don't be so shocked.”  Debbie was one of the cuter girls who ever worked in the Galleria, so he naiveté was always excusable in my book. 

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

The Poop Bag Controversy

I don’t often rat on my friends, but I also don’t talk to this friend much anymore.  So without identifying him, I want to tell you a quick story that I though was completely odd and has stuck with me because there seemed something in it that smacked of some weird kind of retribution.  I think it’s because I love dogs to the “nth” degree that I probably remember this story so clearly.  For what his problem was exactly, I don’t know, but here is the story. 

I used to go to dinner with a friend of mine rather regularly, but I’d say, at about two month intervals.  One night we were at dinner at a local restaurant, and he started to tell me a story that had just happened that same morning.  He said that he had put out his plastic city issued trash cans onto the street in front of his house the night before, and as he was walking to the car on his driveway, a young woman who was walking her dog happened to be lifting up his trash can.  Mind you, the trash had not been picked up yet.  She placed a poop bag, the kind you’d find at a park or that you can buy at any pet store, into the trash can. 

Health Insurance Is Not Insurance

I believe that there is a huge misunderstanding about what insurance is when it comes to health care.  What most people think of as health care insurance is not how one would define as traditional insurance.  The concept of insurance was designed to protect people from catastrophic events.  For instance, when you buy automobile insurance, you pay a reasonable premium into a pool of funds that will pay out if you experience a huge, costly event such as an accident, or a car theft or massive vandalism. 

The problem is that what most of the world calls health care insurance is exactly not that.  Think about this.  What if every time you went and got your oil changed in your car, you made an insurance claim.  Or each time you get windshield wipers put on your car, you made an insurance claim.  How about each time you had to get new tires for your car, and tires are expensive.  But what if you made an insurance claim for your tires?  If this were the accepted status of what car “insurance” was, then premiums for Allstate, or whomever you use, would be in the tens of thousands in order to cover the cost of every shmo who wanted their air filter changed. 

And that is exactly what the problem is with health insurance.  What most people think health care insurance is, ain’t insurance.  It could only be called insurance if it covered catastrophic events such as the breaking of an arm, or cancer, or a heart attack.