There is a debate about whether we are outnumbered by the crazies and my position is simple.
We are not outnumbered…not by a long shot.
The issue is sometimes we are outcrazied and I think they do a better job of getting their people out to vote. They also spent the time between Reagan and the present infiltrating local and state political bodies and offices which has made it easier to influence things.
I could walk you through how ambivalent voters and an unwillingness to believe/face what is going has impacted our present.
But I am jammed for time and so I am In And Out…Again.
Some Fires Never Stop Burning
Got Ray Charles performing his cover of Ring Of Fire playing in my ear, a solid follow up to Donnie Mac’s You’re My Little Darlin and my firm belief that some fires never stop burning, in spite of what some think or believe.
But that is another issue for another time.
I am still chuckling over how my daughter told me about a boy who has taken an interest in her. She rarely gets giggly with me because she is too old for that now but she did the other day.
Her old man was understanding but I might have made her squirm a bit by not offering any sort of reaction for a moment.
Not worried about any of this, too busy with some major stuff elsewhere and college arrangements. That blows me away, this freight train of change coming called college.
Too many stories and experiences of my own and others I know. Greek life, tales of activities before parent’s weekends and so much more.
I don’t expect her to go Greek and have no interest in pushing her one direction or another. That’s her choice and given she expressly told me she isn’t interested there seems no reason to discuss it.
If she is interested and she wants my thoughts I will share them.
My primary concern is that she gets a great education and has a good experience. There are a 1,000 ways to do it and I want her to carve her own path.
The two things I have stressed is to remember that sometimes we decide to pivot and that my college experience was nothing I planned for.
My expectations were for something very different. Might have been better, might have been worse, can’t say.
I walked away with not just the education but life long friends and some great memories.
That is a pretty big gift.
Epilogue
Wrote one post here earlier this week and some odds and ends elsewhere. Haven’t done enough writing for myself though I have probably pumped out more than I realize.
Need more time than I have and I expect I’ll get it, but it might be a bit.
Time is moving faster than I want it to and not fast enough. Strange to think how many people I suddenly know between fifty something and sixty.
They were all young last week but aren’t quite as old as I once thought. Got a birthday greeting from a colleague today and laughed.
“Not quite yet my friend, but soon.”
I thanked him, it was nice to be thought of.
One of the guys told me this is our last year of being able to say we’re in our early fifties. I think he is wrong because we’re only 53 so we have another year.
May that be the biggest fight we have to concern ourselves with even if I know damn well it is not.
