Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light……………………………………………………………? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep……………………………………………..
We strain to see through the fog, uneasy, uncertain, perhaps angry, frightened maybe. When the fog lifts will we see a world contorted and distorted as if in the aftermath of a hurricaine or a better, safer world? Will it be the country that we think we are? Or will it show us who we are? Still a very young country in the book of nations. Obviously still going through growing pains. So young. Think – Syria, Iraq, Greece, Egypt, Italy, Russia, China, England, France – all with political histories centuries older than our own and all still with their own problems.
Divided? Perhaps. But no more so than the Federalists and Republicans in the days of our founding fathers. The political arena is an angry, hostile playground but at least we no longer see our politicians facing off in deadly duels. In our brief history as a nation we have seen revolution, civil war, world wars, prohibition, the great depression, McCarthyism, Vietnam, assassinations. All times of unrest and division. We are on the great political teeter-totter that perhaps tips too far in one direction then quickly tips to the other spending only the briefest moment in balance. Our media reminds us nightly how divided we are, which feeds their interests and so provides a self fulfilling prophecy. To mature as a nation requires that we mature as individuals. We must be able to discuss and pursue our common interests without the angry rhetoric which currently impedes us; and it will require compromise, which means maybe not getting everything we want but allowing the process to move forward.
As I see it, that is “Where we are.” This too shall pass. What it passes into is the great unknown !
Terribly sorry that I suffered temporary seriousity! Certainly not my intention when I sat down. It just gurgled out when I thought about what had happened since I last rattled the keys.
Almost a month has passed since I parsed my own phrases during which time we have been busy kids. Right after the new year we saddled up the Prius and embarked upon our first southerly peregrination of the season. Say what you will about the graceful Prius but it is truly the modern day camel. Of course it doesn’t smell as bad and doesn’t spit at us but will go a long way on very little fuel. Actually…… ever since Susan transported the sheep (or was it relocating the racoon?) it has effused a characteristic odor which may be considered unpleasant by some and is intensified by heat (much like a camel) which is what we experienced upon our arrival in Florida! This peculiar aroma has served as another fuel efficiency, since whenever we go out with another couple they offer to drive!
Our first stop however was a cold weather stop to see Susan’s Uncle Denny and wife Cathy in the boom town of Pen Argyl, Pa. Pen Argyl is actually a suburb of Bangor, where Susan grew up; and where, from what I could tell, nothing has changed since I first courted her in the winter of ’73. Consequently it is yet to be found on any map of Pennsylvania. They are safe from nuclear fallout, the perils of running water, most current events and the advent of the internet! We were hosted with generous lashings of wine and scotch, as well as Denny’s wit and tales of days gone by. An evening well spent. As an aside, Denny also predicted in the early eighties that everything that would be invented already had been! In the AM we met two of Susan’s old friends for breakfast. I’m sorry, did I say old? They’re actually Susan’s age. After rehashing much that been hashed before, we were out the door and on our way to Wilmington, NC to see Susan’s sister Kathryn and brother-in-law Bill. It was a long day in the Prius but they had graciously delayed their dinner on our behalf and we were again hosted with generous lashings of wine, scotch or the inebriant of our own choosing. Always a great place to visit and thus difficult to depart and separate ourselves from their hospitality; but they were almost out the door to Argentina and beyond, and Susan and I had other doorsteps to darken with our shadow. Kathryn is a restless soul compared to Susan so Bill assuredly has an interesting life! Last I heard, they were in Uruguay taking Spanish lessons in case they don’t get home before the wall goes up!
The motivation behind our trip was for me to have a winter golfing adventure with my summer golfing buddies, which will no doubt be covered in an upcoming entry. For now though, we had a six-plus hour drive to Jacksonville where Susan could overdose on our grandson, Jameson, and he could be overdosed by Susan while I neatly deposited golf balls in water hazards on the Gulf coast. Due to random meanderings, dillies as well as dallies and excursions down unmapped, unpaved tracks in the sand we turned our journey into a ten hour marathon. Yet……………all on the same tank of gas! Of course time on the road passes much more quickly and pleasantly if one’s mind is occupied, so we listened to hours of Ted Talks through my phone. Ted Talks are great, so after that many hours we were a whole lot smarter. But as we neared Jacksonville I received the friendly message from AT&T that I had used 75% of my cellular data for the month. Smarter!! It was only January 6th. All things happen for a reason, and so I learned that you can still play Solitaire on your phone without cellular data if you play “Random Shuffle” instead of “Winning Deal.” A noteworthy item for the travel guide.
Much more has happened from then until now but I’m growing weary of correcting my own typos so will continue later. It’s the eve of Feb 1st which is an exciting time for me since soon upon us will be my favorite holiday – Ground Hog Day!!!!!!
In the spirit of this great event: What happened when the ground hog met the dog catcher? He became a pound hog! (Lots of laughter now follows!)
Why isn’t it called Wood Chuck Day? Just curious….
Until I mash the keys again,