Life is short. You realize that even more when you are old. I have said before that in dog years I am already dead. So each morning when I wake up there is a brief moment until I realize that I still need my glasses to see the clock before realizing I must still be in this old body of mine… Then I turn and put a mirror under Harold’s nose to determine if I still need to put on my make-up and do my hair.
As a parent you eventually come to accept that one day your children and family members will have to continue on without you. And you spend much of your life thinking that you are preparing them for that moment only to realize that you are really just preparing yourself. Have I left them with a brighter future and a better world? You certainly hope so and knowing so makes each day a little easier. So imagine my shock when about 8 years ago the village idiot was suddenly running the show. Panic set in. My God what if I go tomorrow and that jackass screws things up and suddenly my children and grandchildren are left to clean up the mess.
Folks, I may not be here next time so I want you to remember this. You really should strive for a Presidential nominee who is smarter than you… someone who understands you but doesn’t necessarily need to have a beer with you. Strive for a Renaisance man… someone who knows that Walt Whitman wasn’t a guy who made chocolate candy. And a good rule of thumb from this point forward: someone who fully understands that the Flintstones isn’t a documentary.
We are a large, diverse country but we live in an even larger, more diverse world. No President ever has a mandate. Even the least among us need to be heard, and if possible, helped. Differences should be celebrated not feared. I hope one day we all understand that love is not about the body; it is about the heart. Think about it.
Margaret and I really do enjoy your comments and all the excitement around our silly little blog. It is keeping us young so thank you. We have an idea for the blog that we think you will enjoy. Stay tuned… and thanks for stopping by. We mean it. Really.
[NOTE FROM MATTHEW: My grandmother wanted me to add this link to The Atticus Circle . She said that those of you leaving comments about Proposition 8 might be interested in this organization.]