I have always loved the opening of the Charles Dickens novel about the French Revolution and the two worlds of the peasants and the aristocracy.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair…” (Dickens)
Does that not capture some of how the world looks and feels at this moment in history?
I took Mother to hear a Gershwin program tonight. The orchestra was in high spirits and played exceptionally well. Mother was a little agitated but this is the normal condition at her stage of Parkinson’s. I held her hand which normally calms her. This time she was swaying with her other hand beating the tempo like a conductor. She also beat her foot against the wheelchair footing, making little squeaky noises during the program. It is more and more difficult to get her into a conversation or to sit still for a concert. On the other hand she got dressed up and went out so that is a victory and she should take a lap. It was a sensational concert and evening but I fear Mother will be slipping away from being present for them as she has at almost every concert since 1989.
Strange happening while there. Before the concert we were sitting in our family box and a man (in the Perot box next to us but he isn’t a Perot) says “aren’t you Mort?” I said yes and he said “I took your class at TCU.” I said “my autocoder computer programming evening class in 1964?” He said yep. I smiled and said he is probably the only living student from that class. I was paid $25 a night for each class in the semester and that money was the difference between not ever going out to dinner or being able to take in a movie and a small dinner. Those were the days , my friend, I thought they would never end….
This morning I got a haircut and beard trim before my trip to China. I have a “chatty cathy” barber but he was quiet as the barber across the way came over to schmooze as he didn’t have a customer. The other barber is always talkative but today he was amazing. Here is what he told me:
He saw a video that said the Boston marathon bombing was a hoax. The video showed it was rehearsed many times and it was just our government preparing us for terrorist activity. WHAT? I challenged him gently and then he moved to:
Hitler was taken from Europe on an USA submarine and was left in South America to live out his life. This one almost blew my circuits out.
Then the usual JFK wasn’t shot by Oswald and if you go to the building where Oswald was you can’t get a field of vision to shot at a passing car… he was serious.
He ended this sequence of stories by saying that Jack Ruby killed Oswald to shut him up and then Ruby died in prison in Dallas mysteriously.
I know most individuals have heard of conspiracy people and I have read about movies and books on the subject. However, I have never heard someone put them all together and be serious. The Hitler story tells me why people come to believe there was no German Nazi Holocaust and it was also set up as a fraud to manipulate all of us.
This is enough or maybe too much for a Friday night. This weekend is about packing, working out, and changing my sleep patterns for China, which is 13 hours off from CDT.
Morton of Dallas
I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.