Today is a reality check. Last week, Tuesday the 13th was a very strange day up here in Armour Township. It was as if the Grim Reaper came for a brief visit and randomly plucked two residents from the earth. First, the father of the designer who works in our builder’s office died suddenly that morning as he was about to go to work. Then, last Tuesday at the end of the day, as I was preparing our dinner, all of a sudden, I noticed a lot of cars pulling up to the house across the street. Within minutes there was an ambulance and a lot of people running around back and forth, and a lot of (presumably) first responders going into and out of the house. Then a police car showed up. From their body English, I could see the mother who lived in the apartment looking visibly upset, holding her head, pacing back and forth, crying. I saw children hugging the mother, and finally, I saw paramedics wheel a man out of the house on a gurney, pumping his chest as they rushed him to the ambulance. He was the ex husband, and he simply keeled over. I understand he later died in the hospital.
Last week, I watched the video and reports from Burma of the Mayanmar typhoon disaster which has so far claimed around 100,000 lives and left countless others homeless and in peril of dying. I saw coverage about that big earthquake in China that killed so many thousands of victims and caused so much destruction. Closer to home, I heard about the tornadoes in the Midwest which had cut a deadly swath through so many communities. As de-sensitized as I have become to the human tragedy, watching so much of it unfold before me on television, somehow, watching the paramedics pumping that man’s chest really stabbed me in the heart.
Hillary is down for the count. She has that Al Gore never-say-die attitude. Put a bullet in the ol’ Winchester (figuratively speaking); time to put that old grey mare (in a pant suit) out of our misery. By the way, congratulations Hillary, you won most of the blue collar vote in West Virginia. You may even, if you can claw Obama’s numbers back a little and turn a few not-so-super delegates, have a cold chance in hell of winning the Democratic nod. So then what? Your party is divided, and you will go down in history as the candidate deemed so pre-occupied with her own lust for power, that she inadvertently hobbled her party’s chances of winning what should have been a shoe-in for the Democratic nominee. I can’t wait to see how this one plays out. Now she flip flops and wants the votes in Florida and Michigan to count, because now those votes might work in her favor?! Atta girl.
Our little Jasper turned three last Sunday and we rented “Shrek” at her request. She loves Shrek. She also loves the old Benji-like dog across the street and I believe wants to have a tryst with him. She has a thing for older men. Iron Man made $150Million in its first few weeks. Dimitri Medevev is Putin’s new stooge in Russia, and the Penguins are in the Stanley Cup Finals. Too bad Canada lost that nail biter to the Russians, but they gave it the old college try. One penalty in overtime cost them the game. Not much progress on the house this past week; everyone was sick, including Shauna and I.
Written by Jamie Oppenheimer c2008 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Last week, I watched the video and reports from Burma of the Mayanmar typhoon disaster which has so far claimed around 100,000 lives and left countless others homeless and in peril of dying. I saw coverage about that big earthquake in China that killed so many thousands of victims and caused so much destruction. Closer to home, I heard about the tornadoes in the Midwest which had cut a deadly swath through so many communities. As de-sensitized as I have become to the human tragedy, watching so much of it unfold before me on television, somehow, watching the paramedics pumping that man’s chest really stabbed me in the heart.
Hillary is down for the count. She has that Al Gore never-say-die attitude. Put a bullet in the ol’ Winchester (figuratively speaking); time to put that old grey mare (in a pant suit) out of our misery. By the way, congratulations Hillary, you won most of the blue collar vote in West Virginia. You may even, if you can claw Obama’s numbers back a little and turn a few not-so-super delegates, have a cold chance in hell of winning the Democratic nod. So then what? Your party is divided, and you will go down in history as the candidate deemed so pre-occupied with her own lust for power, that she inadvertently hobbled her party’s chances of winning what should have been a shoe-in for the Democratic nominee. I can’t wait to see how this one plays out. Now she flip flops and wants the votes in Florida and Michigan to count, because now those votes might work in her favor?! Atta girl.
Our little Jasper turned three last Sunday and we rented “Shrek” at her request. She loves Shrek. She also loves the old Benji-like dog across the street and I believe wants to have a tryst with him. She has a thing for older men. Iron Man made $150Million in its first few weeks. Dimitri Medevev is Putin’s new stooge in Russia, and the Penguins are in the Stanley Cup Finals. Too bad Canada lost that nail biter to the Russians, but they gave it the old college try. One penalty in overtime cost them the game. Not much progress on the house this past week; everyone was sick, including Shauna and I.
Written by Jamie Oppenheimer c2008 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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