My Dad used to say to me all the time, "That guy doesn't know the difference between s#@t and Shinola". If you've ever seen brown shoe polish that comes in a can, you will get the meaning.
If fact, my Dad kept his empty can of Shinola in his desk drawer till the bitter end and I inherited it. Truly, it was the ONE thing of his that I really had to have. Here's to Dad and Shinola.
My Dad, a small town banker (who did a lot of good for a lot of people) might not agree with some of the things on this blog, but I guarantee he would at least look at an alternative point of view. He did that every day in his work.
I plan to keep this blog on the same plane as I might have spoken to my Dad about "issues" of the day. It get's harder to tell real Shinola these days, and this is NOT a "fact check" blog - these are strictly my thoughts and in some cases opinions, written with the temper of a visit with your "banker Dad".
Let's make sure we know the difference before we make decisions. OBM
