Lou Christen, Author

Feb. 9, 2020   There is a certain sadness in seeing any theatrical performance ‘close’, not for the lack of public interest but because the majority of the actors didn’t think the play was well written and not worth a

Feb. 2, 2020   After a brief intermission, obviously timed so all the Christian legislators could get to church on Sunday (did you ever wonder why the Jewish legislators didn’t get Saturday off, the Muslim legislators didn’t get Friday off,

Jan. 26, 2020   As the curtain rises, we were treated to a colorful panorama of polished mahogany, American  flags, sober faces, a special raised dais for the Judge, a lot of men and a few women in a very

Jan. 19, 2020   When I was a little kid growing up in Ferguson, Missouri in the late 1930’s to the late 40’s, I was very lucky to have enough boy neighbors to make up ‘teams’ for almost any sports

January 12, 2020   It’s nice to know that our government is now ‘back to work’ after its’ ten day Holiday Recess. Given another few days alone, our ‘Perfect’ President would have been able to start World War III— all

January 5, 2020   Since the unreal world of politics and government is still in ‘Recess’, Hubris suggested that I step back from commenting on the antics of our ‘Perfect’ President and his friends (mostly Republicans) and enemies (mostly Democrats)

Dec. 29, 2019   One of the major benefits of the Christmas season is that it gives a person the opportunity to reflect on the real meaning of Christmas—i.e., the birthday of Christ and Christianity. Of course, we all know

Dec. 22, 2019   Our current political scene reminds me of being a little kid, growing up in Ferguson, Missouri and races, whether on foot, on our tricycles, or on roller skates started with the chant of, “One, for the

Dec.15, 2019   If you think about it, life is marked by a series of documents, most of which we seldom think about until they are needed. The very first document marking our entry into this document crazy world— which

December 8th, 2019   I can remember my Uncle Joe (Christen), a mechanical engineer who became the Superintendent of the Pullman Railroad Company, teaching me how to integrate the timing of my hand moving the gear shift rod and my