My sister was a brilliant woman.
My brother while not as brilliant is very, very smart.
Myself? How smart am I?
I know my “shit from Shinola” and that’s good enough for me.
Growing up that expression was used a lot.
You either knew your “shit from Shinola” or you didn’t.
My opinion was asked for quite a bit and I was just a child.
A slight nod of my head up said “heck yes, go for it” and a slight nod to the side meant “don’t touch it with a ten foot pole”.
I wonder sometimes how I know what I know and think of as just common sense, and yet, some people, no matter how smart they are, don’t know the difference between the two.
Anyhow, I have to go to different work locations today to sniff out the difference. Something I haven't been looking forward to at all.
Some of these people are brilliant; some are very, very smart. Lot’s of titles and diplomas will be waved.
While I admire the work involved getting these titles, getting all these diplomas, what I like best is when I run into the person who “knows shit from Shinola”.