Of course with Da retired now, my morning calls home will be forever changed.
I decide it’s critical to set the proper tone straight away so he understands the true nature of these important conversations:
“It’s your first day of retirement, Da. Try to do something special today, even if it’s just Mom.”
On one of the train rides home last week, I glanced behind the flip-down seats up top and saw this:
I, too, am a big fan of the crunchy-yummy goodness that is uniquely egg roll.
And while I can’t imagine proclaiming this deep and most definitely unrequited love to the world via train graffito, I understand the courage and passion behind it.
Of course the cynic in me says this is yet another way that commercialization is creeping into every aspect of our lives.
Although if that were the case, it probably would’ve said: “I heart Panda Express” or “I heart Manchu Wok” or some other fast food Asian fare.
Still, it’s got me thinking about a really good egg roll. And that's never a bad thing.
By now you’ve heard of Hillary’s Bosnian debacle.
She was caught regaling her misguided minions with stories of how her husband’s administration often sent her to parts of the world deemed too dangerous for the president.
Sure, she lied (repeatedly) about landing ‘under fire’ in Tuzla.
But on this particular topic, I actually believe her.
I’m the most powerful man on the planet. I’m married to a complete battle-axe.
I’m sending her ass to every war zone in the world in hopes she might not make it home.
I am listening to: Skyway – The Replacements
I am reading: Into the Wild by John Krakauer
And I am: Doing something special today
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