Opinion

It's something I look forward to every year. The annual release of the Comic-Con International panel schedule.

It forms the foundation of the Comic-Con experience, dictating where I'll be for the bulk of my annual pilgrimage.

Last week, the schedule for this year's Comic-Con was released. Just like it would be any other year.

Kind of.

As is obvious at this point, there will be no Comic-Con 2020. At least not as we know it. I will not be joining my friends in downtown San Diego for a week of worship at the pop culture Mecca.

I read with frustration “A Setback for Civil Rights,” written by Fritz Groszkruger in the July 1 Hampton Chronicle. I have my own opinions.

Karl and I had reservations to fly to California to see fami-ly...until last night. The airline texted that the flights were canceled. So that's on my mind right now.

The weeds won't get ahead in the garden. It will look like an operating room in its sterili-ty. The warming of the earth will be slowed somewhat be-cause my hoe won't create as many greenhouse gasses as a jet plane. Absence will make the heart grow fonder; I'll love our kids, aunt and cousin even more. “Love is Good” as Hans so aptly put it in Bible school.

I've always thought it was just Rhode Island. But the news says that they are now chang-ing the state's name to Rhode Island from “The State of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations (as on state docu-ments).” The word “planta-tions” is offensive.

I have a pound of Land o' Lakes butter in the freezer. They are taking the Indian lady off the label. I think I'll go buy some Aunt Jemima syrup and some Uncle Ben's rice too. I always thought those labels were used to indicate quality.