What's not to love about unions

I am in a union.  I am glad I am.  There is much to be said for banding together to get a fair deal.  But then there is the outer reaches, like arguing over how many angels dance on the head of a pin.  A coffee was spilled in the public area.  Protocol requires me to call the main office - in another building- so someone else can fill out a form and send it to the correct department so they can send a message to the correct clean up person who can then come in and clean up the mess....What's not to love.

Connections

So, last week I read a mystery from one of my favourite authors, Carola Dunn.  I have read almost all of the Daisy Dalrymple series and so I was pleased to read one (or listen as is my wont) to an earlier one that I hadn't read before: The Case of the Murdered Muckraker.  In it I was introduced to a person I had never heard of: Bessie Colman.  And now today Google informs me it is the anniversary of Bessie's birth - not thank goodness her sad if spectacular death. Ever have that happen?  You learn something and up it pops again almost right away?

I wonder what I will see next week about Bass Reeves whom I ran across watching Timeless this week.