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Where do they get their Charter advice?

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I am sad and a little frightened.  Balance the fear and fright with the excitement of booking my flight to Australia - oh my, 18,000 KM to the other side of the earth on May 5th.  By then, wee Helen Rose Sinclair should be born and I will be a (gah) grampie.  It is a strange day.

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I somehow think that Jodi will forgive me for quoting her entire article.  I am disinclined to do that - usually just quoting a snip and leaving a link.  Given my state of mind this morning following the announcement of hostilities in the Middle East, the following just added to the mixed feeling of this morning.

If you see an old person today - you know what to do.

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Quoting Jodi:

“He and his cane sat just behind the bus driver on the M7 headed downtown during the late afternoon rush hour. He was speaking to an old black man in a hat and suit who sat with his cane across the aisle.

“My wife just passed,” he said. A mixture of matter-of-fact resolution and pity-free sadness. “We were together 40 years. February 26. It’s been very hard.”

The two men looked directly at each other. Neither spoke aloud, but the tacit exchange between them was palpable.

“Do you have any brothers or sisters?” he asked the man in the hat.

Just then, several people got on the bus, and I was unable to hear the rest of their exchange.

The black man got off the bus a few stops later. Through the window to my right (I was in a one-seater), I watched him stand on the sidewalk and look up at the bus toward where the other man was still seated. The bus pulled away.

Several stops later, the other man got off the bus. Very slowly. He stood on the sidewalk looking lost. People with at least 50 years less experience than he had zipped by him without looking at him. He took a few halting steps south and paused to allow anyone and everyone to hurriedly make their way wherever they were going. He stood still in the midst of the blur.

I watched him the entire time the bus was stopped at the red light. I watched his face closely and realized I would probably never see it again.

I wanted to get off the bus and take him to a diner for a cup of coffee or tea or whatever else he wanted or needed. I wanted him to tell me about his wife.”

Has someone forgotten to plug in the block heater attached to George Kells’s head?  His comments on the loving of Bush or Saddam as the only choice bode ill for his appreciation of a case based on the freedom of (and complexity of)political belief. 

“...but I am a voracious reader!” I hear that often, both out loud and with a poorly hidden and sneeringly contemptuous ‘implied’ response when people are making a point.  The implication seems to be that if I read it somewhere and it agrees with my point of view, I must be right.

It seems to me, that with a few exceptions, those avid readers of non-fiction that I know read topics and authors that agree with their position.  Thus, if I think that grass is the dominant life form on earth, I read and quote those that agree with me.

It seems to me, that the truly informed readers, will read and consider all opinions, forming their own position based on varied opinions.

The sun is above the horizon 11 hours and 59 minutes.  It is almost time for the Druids to dance naked in the field.

What a cool word!  Now if I can work it into a conversation.

...is dead.  Bummer.