Father's Day 2012

What is it with this font? And, I can't seem to get that slideshow to work from the new site. It's all very perplexing. It's 3 in the afternoon and I shouldn't be fiddling with this shit at this late hour. As I sit here on a sunny Sunday afternoon the family is paying a visit to Mrs G who is well along her way after having open heart surgery. It's hard to say whether she thinks it was the right thing to do or not. She seems to have some misgivings about the decision but can carry on now with the mission she accepted long ago to love and care for her man "until death do they part." It was probably just a cheap line in a swanky ceremony before they hit the road for a week of pure marital bliss somewhere in a faraway land. And then it got lost in the translation over the years as headier tasks like raising children and putting meals on the table became paramount in an otherwise pedestrian existence. Only when faced with their own mortality and the possibility of losing a lifelong mate came to the forefront in recent months was it necessary to contemplate decisions such as this. Surely, one will go before the other. It is an otherwise immutable law of nature. And as they've planned their course from the day they married, they will now plan their respective departures to honor one or the other to their final day. One doesn't have to ask Mrs G why she had the surgery. She is quick to tell you that she did it for her husband. What is left unsaid, but certainly understood, is that she did not do it for herself, her children or grandchildren, or even the future. She did it for her husband. Now I understand.

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I've avoided looking at the election outcome in Greece today. I can tell you that we had dinner at a little greek restaurant the other night and I was sorely tempted to ask the owner for his opinion on how he thought it might go. I finally decided that that would be like asking a black person for their opinion on the death of Rodney King. Like a black person might have some extra insight or appreciation for the man and his history that might otherwise elude the white folk. I can say with all honesty that I can't imagine being dragged out of a truck and beaten to within an inch of my life just because I'm a white man. Then again, I never had occasion to drive thru Selma Alabama at the height of the race riots back in the 60's. Besides, I was much too young. Rodney was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. That happens to everybody from time to time. And of all the people to interview in the wake of Rodney's untimely demise, CNN phoned the inimitable Jesse Jackson. Of all the assholes in the world that they could have called, they dropped a dime to hear what he had to say. He wasted no time linking the death of Rodney King to the heroes before him who sacrificed their lives to further the cause of civil rights. I'm all for equal rights but not when they are espoused by media pimps like Jesse Jackson. He's selling Jesse Jackson and only Jesse Jackson. Just ask Martin Luther King.