It is like waiting for the pathology report.
Let's get away for two minutes to a time 21 years ago. A young girl was struggling to sing the National Anthem at a Portland Blazers game. The Blazer coach stepped over to rescue her. It is the oldest trope in Western literature. The good guys on the home team rescue a young woman in distress. This time it wasn't Agamemnon and Achilles. It was Maurice Cheeks.
I am going to resist overthinking this. Nor will I relate it to the election, nor liken it to the impermanence of bright red leaves on the tree, nor make it a metaphor of anything. I am going to try to ignore whether the event models parenthood or masculinity, whether it demonstrates the power of social cooperation, or whether it is a comment on patriarchy, good or bad.
Let's just dedicate this easy Sunday post to people who can just take a quiet moment to enjoy a simple gift when one comes along.
5 comments:
Politics make it hard to see, but people are mostly caring and loving. Try having a small dog while traveling and find out how many people want to love. I haven’t given up on humanity, love can still win.
Recall when it happened, still brings tears to my eyes.
Like the feeling I get when I am teaching someone how to write code and I see the light bulb go on for them. I don’t think I will ever retire from doing this…
Peter, after the election when Don Old flees to Russia or Venezuela, what will you write about?
I sure hope you continue.
This election will not end on November 5th if Harris wins. It will go on and on until January 20th, then on and on. It will only end if Trump wins. That's the pity of it.
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