Thursday, July 25, 2013

“Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?” *




Is it sunrise or sunset?
When I checked the headlines for what is going on in the world I found little to comment upon because the stories had limited interest. I mean, do you really want to know if the offensive behavior Anthony Wiener exhibits is some form of addiction or whether he can still be an effective big city mayor despite this affliction? Are people really interested in the new prince or were they more concerned with how they did in the company pool on his name? Is anyone following the travels of Pope Francis and do people really care that he goes into poor neighborhoods or are they more interested in how long Edward Snowden is going to remain in a Moscow airport?

At one point in time it seemed to matter whether or not people elected to office did something or not, but not anymore. As nearly everyone knows the current legislators find they get greater support when they promise not to allow the other side to do something than when they actually propose to do something. A perfect example is sequestration. By failing to take action Congress allowed a plan everyone agreed was too hideous to tolerate to go into effect.

Hint: We live on the West Coast.
In a recent, completely non-scientific (because all the stuff I think is science is completely discounted by those with different political views) poll, I asked friends (all of whom claim to be voters, even though my non-scientific data says less than half of Americans ever vote) what the main crisis facing our country was. With only one exception they concluded it was politics. One anonymous source told me, “All of those politicians are beholding to somebody. If somebody gives them money, they expect something in return.” Now, that seems reasonable, but is that the way a democracy is supposed to operate.

Again, applying those same non-scientific principles to the problem I asked them a follow up question. What is the solution? Without one exception they said the answer was to get rid of the lying politicians. While it sounded simple my non-scientific data tells me each of them voted for our Congressman, a twenty-two year veteran of the House, who ran to end career politicians from taking office.

All Photos Courtesy of Debbie Does Photography.
There seems to be some unmistakable logic at work here. First, there is the assumption my friends, or for that matter any voter, can tell when a politician is lying. One friend told me if the politician’s lips are moving she or he is lying. Using this hypothesis there is little doubt the one who takes the most photos, shakes the most hands and kisses the most babies without ever uttering a word is the best candidate for public office. Needless to say, this would make Anthony Wiener a viable next mayor of New York City.

So, like telling sunrises from sunsets in photos taken over unfamiliar geographical locations by anonymous photographers, the probability for error is at least equal to the correct response. But, as the song also asks, “Does anybody really care?”

*Special Thanks to Chicago. 

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Its Simple Beauty Keeps Me In Line




The plumeria greets everyone who comes to my house.
Sometimes I have this strange capacity to take myself too seriously. Fortunately, every day I look out the window, where I sit typing away on my computer and I see the splendor of nature. Twice a year the plumeria tree that guards my front door fills its branches with blossoms saturated with the fragrance of heaven. During these two stretches of time, whenever I leave or return home I am compelled to place my nostrils close to these flowers and inhale the aroma that soothes my soul. In this fashion I can easily turn away from thoughts of contemptuous laws that allow southern gentlemen, no longer able to lynch those they despise because of their difference in sound and appearance, to kill the same in the name of self defense.

My plumeria shows not the slightest interest or concern about the teenagers and young adults wearing hoodies that pass on the street or sidewalk. While the white petals congregate around a yellow center, the plant does not demonstrate any preference for those with peach, almond, olive, cinnamon, or chocolate colored skin. Nor does it seem to care whether the hooded individual is carrying a skateboard or favors a zip-up from Abercrombie over a Billabong pullover.

The aroma of its flowers is intoxicating.
During the fifteen years I’ve walked past the tree, it never once asked me for any form of documentation. It has probably witnessed hundreds, if not thousands, of groundskeepers, landscapers, tree trimmers, cement layers, house painters, electricians, plumbers, roofers, and solicitors speaking with various accents and in different languages, not all of which are English or Spanish, and again, failed to seek proof of anyone’s citizenship. My guess is laying all of its fallen leaves end to end is more likely to provide a path to citizenship for those hard working souls than a bunch of pandering politicians in Washington.

Confident in its stature among the plant world, the plumeria never gives the cost of tuition, student loan rates or the size of the national debt a second thought. No concern over the conversations the birds carry on or whether they’re worthy of a drone or any other tactic Big Brother does in the name of security. Without the slightest regard for what Mr. Jefferson wrote twelve score years ago or what the latest interpretation of what his contemporaries meant when they put forth the Constitution, it stands a true symbol of freedom and liberty.

Enjoying a satirical moment together.
So, whenever I get the sense or nonsense to take myself seriously, I just look out my window at the beautiful plumeria and smile. Safe in the knowledge the pen is mightier than the sword, or the modern version: the pixel is more powerful than the handgun; I feel no compulsion to stand my ground. Those yellow and white flowers will keep me in line.


  

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Take My Wife… Please



Still looking ahead to the next anniversary.

The most well known line of the master of one-liners, Henny Youngman, was, “Take my wife…please.” It drew a laugh every time he delivered it, even though Youngman was married to the same woman for 58 years. While his craft was considered comedy, many of his lines, like the one above, deserve a seat in the world of satire.  If he and Sadie were anything like Debbie and I, who will celebrate our 28th wedding anniversary tomorrow, they would be lost without each other.

For as long as I can remember, and probably long before that, wives, and for that matter, husbands, have been the fodder of nearly every comedian. Endless jokes about bad breath, body odor, flatulence, dirty laundry, saggy breasts and bellies, butt cracks, and other embarrassing phenomenon are told about spouses. Based upon the ridicule heaped upon marriage it is amazing the divorce rate isn’t higher.

Hanging Out on New Year's Eve
after 12 years of marriage.
Now, I suffer from nearly all of the maladies described in the previous paragraph, not to mention being bald and overweight. Yet, somehow my wife has managed to not only put up with these shortcomings, but actually embraced the idea of me being a part of her life. She has told me my former wife and all three of my daughters, two of which are ours, and the oldest who may share more empathy with her stepmother than her father, have said they don’t know how she does it. Quite frankly, I don’t either, but I’m just grateful. Based on the observations of an outsider, I would venture a guess that most husbands with any sense recognize their good fortune and tread softly.

One does not have to follow the latest census data to know more couples choose to live together for long periods of time rather than get married. And, you have to have been hiding under a rock not to have noticed the uproar over the recent rulings in the Supreme Court regarding the rights of gay and lesbian couples to marry. It amazes me how some people think this change in the law will somehow diminish heterosexual marriage.

Celebrating our 28th anniversary  at C'est LaVie Restaurant
at Laguna Beach
 July 12, 2013
I just don’t get it. Take for example, the wonderful dinner we had earlier this evening with my sister and her husband, who celebrated their 16th anniversary on the fourth. When we informed the waiter, and if you follow stereotypes you know they rank right behind hairdressers in terms of how many are gay, he said he had something special for us. No, it wasn’t a picture of his husband and him in front of a chapel in San Francisco. It was a slice of delicious cheesecake with a candle in it.

Let’s face it. If you’re not afraid of commitment, and you truly love someone, there is no better way to show it than by marrying him or her. Of course, it would be better if she or he agree. So, thank you Debbie for agreeing; and Happy Anniversary!

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Let Freedom Ring


On this Fourth of July I wish to present some Independence Day quotations from five of our Founding Fathers. The quotes are accurate to the degree we trust brainyquote.com. All comments are meant to be satirical.


Sounds to me like George thought everyone owed the government some of their property. A few people might consider this socialism. Say it isn’t so, George.


Now, I know Adams and Jefferson were constant rivals, but it sounds like old John favored working things out to the kind of gridlock that grips Washington these days.


Long may she wave.
C’mon Tommy! You’ve got to be kidding. You mean even before Carnegie, Morgan, Ford, Rockefeller, Koch, Walton and Trump, there were power hungry corporations trying to manipulate the government?


Easy, Al. Everyone who reads Hi Oh Silver is both reasonable and just. If Americans would just read this blog we’d have no need for government.

The Constitution only gives people the right to pursue happiness. You have to catch it yourself.
Ben is best remembered as the guy flying a kite in the rain in order to catch lightning in a jar. Think that’s the best way to catch happiness, too?