Thursday, October 18, 2012

Divided We Fall…








My friend Jon made the point that the whole system is broken. He asked of no one in particular, how can we fix it? How can we get this country back to that kind of Norman Rockwell utopia we took for granted in the1950’S? We may yearn for dinner with Ward and June but we have no idea how to get back home. Now, all these years later after the burst balloon of Vietnam, after Nixon “lied to us all on TV”. after Camelot ended with a shot to the head, we’re done. America is no longer the greatest country in the world. As far as standard of living goes, we don’t even make the top ten. A nation undivided no more.. And with all the recent political stuff…the lies, the tens of millions spent on spin, the accusatory language by both parties, we’re more divided than ever before. And here’s the thing no one is talking about…yet. Regardless of who wins the election, it won’t stop. If Romney is the man, the Obama peeps will try to make him look bad at every turn, and vice versa if Obama is reelected. The election won’t be the end of it. Members of congress will continue to block legislation proposed by anyone other than their own party while they stuff their pockets and place their own personal gain before that of their constituents or what’s best for the country. So what’s the answer? I have little hope of real change until and unless we, as a country, are put into a life or death situation. America has always been good at coming together when we have no other options left. Maybe the threat is financial ruin when our currency truly has no value overseas or at the grocery store. Maybe a terrorist bomb that takes out the capital, or a nuclear war that starts in the middle east. All bad stuff with unimaginable casualties. Wiping the slate clean and starting over may be the only way we survive, if in fact, we do. But until something almost kills us? We will continue to wallow in giant bags of Cheetos washed down with big gulps of overpriced carbonated sugar water and think that watching Honey Boo Boo is time well spent. We are what we eat and perhaps extinction is the karmic answer awaiting us at the end of the toxic road we’ve chosen to travel for way too long. 

Sunday, October 7, 2012







 
Sitting out on the old wooden balcony at Harry’s Seafood, lightly salted breezes cooled us as if we had set the thermostat ourselves. Views are expansive there, down onto the Bridge of Lions and out past the inlet to the open ocean. The bridge opened it’s mouth like a prone giant‘s yawn, allowing passage for a yacht bigger than most houses as it headed for the marina. Close behind, a replica pirate ship in full sail, nipped at it’s heels. We enjoyed the usual; Popcorn Crawfish Tails and a cup of She-Crab Soup. In no hurry to go anywhere, we savored our adopted hometown like a good white wine.