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Dreams From My Father November 10, 2008

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I had a wonderful father.  The beliefs he offered me and showed me  have stayed with me to this moment in time.  He was a Boston Irish Catholic intellectual with all the baggage that carries.  Short of cash and far too smart for his own good at a time when university was for the very rich., he never got his degree.  He always said his love of books was due to the fact his parents both worked in a book bindery and stayed employed during the Depression.  He passed it on to me.  He was a serious smart ass and a great wit.  He drank.  He was a snob and a social climber – the networker of all time. He was a  metrosexual before the word was ever coined.  He had quite a few jobs that made great stories. At eight he learned to drive and smoke.  He drove a hearse to and from the family speakeasy because he looked “mature” and they needed a sober driver.  He rappelled off the walls from under his bedroom window  and transported bathtub gin back and forth.  He told me the secret of a good bathtub gin was Red Lion Juniper Juice.  I was young enough to be impressed.  He was a butler. He went to Washington DC to work as a copywriter for the Washington Post and he was good. This was before we entered the war.  His cronies were all  admen and crackpots and they ran in a pack.  Not chasing women but more after the joy of the times they were in and the place they were in them. When in NYC he frequented Spivy’s Roof.  One day he wandered through the public rooms of the White House and saw Eleanor Roosevelt in her office.  He said hello and the next thing he knew they had a standing lunch date.  He revered her and I have no doubt he entertained her greatly.  One night, drunk on a Potomac golf course near the War College one of his cronies played reveille on his trumpet at 3 a.m.; the lights went on and the lot of them staggered like jackrabbits to get outta’ town.    He met  and courted  my mother in 1942 and two people could not have been less suited to one another – but it was war time and every GI wanted a sweetheart. He had been drafted (bad vision and flat feet did not keep him out of this man’s army)  and after resisting Sam’s call  he finally showed up with a pair of boxers and a quart of gin.  During the war they married and it went south from there but not before they had me and Boston apartment full of Heywood Wakefield furniture.  He wrote a book about his experiences in the Army and it was indeed published.  I have always been proud of this achievement because he was so happy about it.  He was an officer and a gentleman.  We’ll skip the re-up and the wrong assignment and the subsequent divorce – it was dismal but I did eventually wind up living with father in New York City and thus began my education in 1958.  My father was a Kennedy Democrat and rightly so.  As he liked to remind people he was born 3 days and 26 miles from JFK in 1917.  It didn’t take long for me to become just as enthralled.
 
During this period in my life my father sold Winfield China and his territory was New Rochelle and Mt. Vernon; his clients were middle class NegroesHe chose his territory.  He often took me with him and as a consequence my only experience with the Black community as a young teen was lemonade, cookies and a serious caveat to be quiet and respectful.  What I saw were working people with nice flats and good jobs. They didn’t seem very different to me than any other people.  Civil rights occupied his conscience and troubled him deeply.  From this I learned things I assumed everyone knew.  I was angry when I found that was not the case.The March on Washington was my father’s march.  And mine.  He had a seat – spiritually – at every sit-in and our worst falling out was when I called him a bigot after he told me I couldn’t go to Selma.  The reason: he was afraid white people would kill me.  He taught me the N-word was the worst word a person could utter. His beliefs and moral outrage never left me and when Barack Obama ran for president I could imagine how my father would have felt.  And I was sad because he didn’t live to experience this sublime moment in the advancement of his cherished thoughts.  I know I voted for Obama, at least partly, as a result of my father’s wisdom.  And I know that I cast my ballot for Obama and his platform from a deep and precious place – a place that would never have been born and never have flourished without the dreams from my father. 
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So Many Sides to Sarah – She’s More Than Just Sally Six-Pack October 12, 2008

Posted by voolavex in Politics & Religion, Uncategorized.
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Sally Six-Pack has maneuvered herself between a rock and a hard place on 
a melting ice floe.  Look at the multi-tasking list she has made for herself in this election:
 
Governor of the Great State of Alaska
Former Mayor of Metropolitan Wasilla
Former Beauty Queen
Soccer Mom
Hockey Mom
Mom of a Special Needs Child
Mom of a Pregnant Teenage Daughter
Mom of a Soldier
Committed Christian (not sure what that means but she is one)
Gun lover
VP candidate
Supporter of Secession for the Great State of Alaska
Show runner for McCain Campaign
Mrs. Malaprop.
Hottie
Hate Mongerer
Name caller
Faithful wife of First Dude (really?)
Cronyist
And, as of yesterday – an abuser of Political Power.
 
And if that’s not enough, last week, Sarah Palin made the cover of Newsweek this week and already folks are crying foul.  Damn – I know plenty of people out here in TV land that would run a Hummer over a baby just to make the cover of Newsweek.  What the hell is up with people – it’s a great close up shot – she looks age appropriate – in fact better, especially after five kids and all that sun damage out shooting caribou in the Great State of Alaska.  So what’s the problem.  Eeee-oooo – we can see a crow’s foot.  Someone forgot to Photo shop her into a glamour kitten. Well, here the rub: Sal cannot have it both ways.  Either she is a soccer mom married to Joe Six-pack – with a face untouched by Botox or she is a beauty queen who can’t actually wear heels and gloves at the same time.  And it’s not even BOTH ways – She wants it every way.  Check out her list above. Sarah’s acolytes expect her to be all those things and more and Sarah just eggs them on.  (Oh and plus a politician and one with a brain too.).   Well – in that case – you really cannot have it every which  way you choose.   The mere fact that Snarky Sally Six-pack  got  the cover of Newsweek should make her family and all her misguided followers thrilled.  If we are lucky – after Nov 5, we will not see her again for many a moon. 
 
New accusations by the Washington Post of her hate speech and slur mongering fuel the fire too. The cover of Newsweek is the least of her worries and ours.  Sally Six-pack should have a sock stuffed in her mouth until the election is over and her presumptive running mate should keep running his and alienate even his closest friends on “both sides of the aisle.”  One sings, the other doesn’t.
 

Peeps March 24, 2008

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Peeps are iconic in the US.  Who does not know of Peeps.  My husband found two Peeps links that are funny and witty and sharp.  I must share them.  As a kid I never actually ate peeps – not a marshmallow person but I did keep them until they were hard enough to play with safely – couldn’t have a squishy peep.  Now I find out I am not alone.  What a comfort.  I present for your pleasure :

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/photo/gallery/070402/GAL-07Apr02-69859/index.html

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/gallery/2008/03/21/GA2008032101983.html

Take a peep!

If you tell me your three faves I will tell you mine!