I'm blogging from 10,000 feet above somewhere between Georgia and the Twin Cities. Nothing tragic or even slightly inconvenient on this flight so far – I think we’re about ˝ way home. It feels like ˝ way away from home. Today was the most emotional of my Thanksgiving Holiday to be sure. I had to leave Ma and Pa and go back to my little life in Minneapolis. For the first time since I've been coming to visit for the holidays (about 15 years) it seems like that is wrong. It seems wrong that I’m not in the same place as my parents. I’m not sure I like that. I get lost in my day-to-day and forget where I’m from and why I’m who I am and get so involved in my work and stuff sometimes. I miss them both already.
I’m not sure there is anything in the world more beautiful than seeing how much my Father loves my mother. They’ve been with each other for over 40 years. FORTY YEARS! They’re precious together. I love them so.
I also had breakfast this morning with my first ‘real’ love, Lou. She’s all grown up and stuff and beautiful and has beautiful wrinkles and is happy and successful and married and doing real stuff and real good. I want to call her Dr. Newton. She speaks of leaving for Canada or New Zealand and I say that the good ol’ USA needs more people with compassion and love and understanding and if all the ‘bleeding heart liberals’ of which I hold a strong closeted kinship moved to Canada or New Zealand then all we’d be left with is The National Shrub and Rush Limbaugh and because of this I say, "Stay, Dr. Newton, your country needs you".
And I saw my old best friend in the whole wide world, Demetrius J – He has less hair and is finally starting to get a manly waistband. I find that comforting somehow. I saw Mookie (who I’ll get to see again on Friday in Seattle) another dear friend I’ve known since 1985 or so, Carlucci who has recently decided to resurface and hone his golf and poker skills (at considerable expense) and Scoots & his lovely new wife The Malner. We gathered for a meal and some poker – An excellent evening to be certain.
I’ve been instructed to turn off all electronic devices and return my seatback to its upright position.
Greatly enjoyed the conversation Michael and hope my completely unrealistic views on Poker have not forever diminished me in your eyes.
It all comes down to No-Peek. Until you can see its inner beauty, you won't be able to understand my theory of Poker.
If you get the Minne-game up and running, I'll fly up every weekend and let you take my money. Hey, it's no worse than the weekly drive to Athens and if I fall asleep on the trip back, the plane probably won't crash in a ditch on Hwy 78.
Posted by: Carlucci at December 4, 2003 08:04 PMLovely.
Posted by: Kathe at December 4, 2003 08:07 PMThere was no immunity to cuckoo ideas on Earth.
Posted by: Sweney Michael at March 17, 2004 10:34 PM