My daughter attends Garden City Community School (GCCS); and until recently I was one of their biggest fans. In fact, I put so much "sales effort" into getting a friend to send his kids to GCCS that he actually asked me if I got some kind of commission for getting his kids to attend school there. I do not. And a recent decision by the schools director to censor a song that my daughter had planned to sing in today's talent show has me eating my words.

Yesterday my daughter came home from school and told me that the schools director, Cindy Hoovel, informed her that she would need to substitute the word "Holiday" for the word "Christmas" in the song she was planning on singing (Alvin & The Chipmunks - Christmas don't be late). She refused. And, as such, she chose not to participate in today's talent show.

The excuse offered by Ms. Hoovel for her actions is just that; an excuse. And it further illustrates her lack of understanding of the first amendment.

I once swore an oath to support and defend the Constitution of the United States, and I gave up eight years of my life to do exactly that. To me, censorship in our schools is completely unacceptable; and I take offense to it. I believe that my efforts to bring this matter into the public eye are a part of the oath I took so many years ago.

John is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, 'If I were any better, I would be twins!'

He was a natural motivator.

If an employee was having a bad day, John was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.

Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up and asked him, 'I don't get it!'

'You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?'

My wife and I were watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed. I turned to her and said, "Do you want to have sex?" "No," she answered.

I then said, "Is that your final answer?" She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying "Yes."

So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend."

And that's when the fight started....

I asked my wife, "Where do you want to go for our anniversary?"

It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation. "Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!" she said.

So I suggested, "How about the kitchen?"

And that's when the fight started....

Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, and slipped quietly into the garage.

I hooked up the boat up to the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour.

The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad all day.

I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed.

I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, 'The weather out there is terrible.'

My loving wife of 10 years replied, 'Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?'

And that's when the fight started....