Growing up, we’d go fishing just about every weekend. Prior to my first cast, I’d be fairly excited about the prospects of having a good day of catching fish. Shortly thereafter, my attention deficit disorder would kick in and I’d be skipping rocks and playing with the bait. To stare aimlessly at a bobber in hopes of some famished fish hooking on to the juicy night crawler dangling a foot or so below the surface, left me bored in about…hmmm…let’s say maybe 30 seconds.
It never ceases to amaze me. Elected officials who go to Washington D.C. to represent, help and protect their constituency seem to show up, settle into their respective offices and lose their collective minds. At least 66 senators did so this past week.
It takes all types. And I’m glad of it. I love the diversity of the city in which we live. Whether race, ethnicity, gender or other designation, it doesn’t matter to me. I’m of the camp that believes that we’re all brothers and sisters, and I’m celebrating all of us.
My mom was cool. You would’ve loved her and likewise she would have loved each of you. She was good at loving. She seemed to have an abundance of love and patience – probably just like your mom. I remember her for those traits. It seems to me that she was always able to take the necessary time to make you feel a little bit better – probably just like your mom.