Alright, for
all of you worried if I would not survive close proximity to our “beloved”
commander in chief yesterday, I’m back.
I was astounded by the efforts of my drivers and subordinate street
supervisors who kept the buses moving even though the secret service shut down
two major thoroughfares for more than 3 hours.
I guess the Cantankerous Friend is right, when you live under the Obama
regime, the secret is to adapt, circumvent, and overcome. At least that’s what I think he was trying to
tell me.
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| He Brought the Grin to Worcester |
My trip home
was actually fun thanks to Google maps. Since
my usual route home was presidentially interfered with, I had to recon a new
way that went around the cluster. I’ve
always been a fan of the maps feature on Google but they’ve really augmented the
coverage of their street view to the point I was able to map out the trip
through a number of remote country roads and follow the route completely using street
view so I could pick out landmarks for the turns. I’m weird in that I actually enjoy exploring back
roads and productive detouring so I was truly in my element for the return home. It was such a pleasant drive I’ll think about
using is even when we don’t have needy politicians bollixing up the roadways.
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| Lunch With This Guy Yesterday |
My hump day
travails were severely reduced with lunch with my favorite son. The wedding is approaching at pell-mell speed
now but he and the MEF seem to have everything under control. They must feel the need for additional stress
because they’re now looking to buy a house and were just pre-approved for a
loan. I’m standing slightly in awe of
their capacity.
I’m hearing all
this noise about a sporting event taking place down in Brazil. Something about kicking a round ball into a
net once or twice every ninety minutes or so along with some Oscar worthy
acting whenever slight contact is made. This is usually the only time I watch what we
ignorant Americans call “soccer”. This
year I need it as the Sox continue to implode (but I’m not complaining) and I
could care less about the wretched NBA or a Bruinless Stanley Cup.
When I was young there was a prevalent theme
that soccer would take hold in the USA and become the dominant sport in my
lifetime. I guess I still have a few
good years left because it’s still just a minor sport here (I think it’s the acting).
My Panamanian and European friends are all atwitter about the upcoming games
and I’ll be checking in to see what all the fuss is about.
My slightly
older but certainly not elder sister posted this poem a while ago. Both of my kids loved Shel Silverstein growing up. I think these are important words for the young ones to heed:
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