Last evening was a special time after a long day. I'm working until midnight covering for a colleague who's taken the holiday off. Memorial Day. Did my best earlier to make it a noteworthy occasion. The Facebook routine allows for some, how shall I say, multi-media expression.
Through text, photos and music I related some of my life... losing Kenny in 1968 to the wonderful summer of open heart surgery in 1974.
Concurrent to Richard Nixon's impeachment, I was working at Good Samaritan Hospital in Portland, Oregon. At the time, I concurred with Peter Rodino and the committee. But one of the heart surgeons had a different take; "The king must die."
I figure Nixon's in paradise now, after saving then sparing the Republic. It's problematic as to whether or not the Kennedy boys are. Suffice it to say my attitude has changed.
Nixon was a poker player. From what I gather, he cleaned up in Bora Bora while in the Navy. Set himself up nicely after the war. Of course, John Kennedy was asleep at the wheel when the Jap destroyer T-boned the PT boat. Well, that's how I see it today. Should I "stand correction," I'd be the first to make amends. In the meantime, the Big Lie persists courtesy of the ditzes in the MSM.
Anyway, getting over all that, after having been a Kennedy adherent, I do my shift.
Was lucky today! I found a Moncrief translation of Volume I of Remembrance of Things Past along with a collection of John Milton at a bookstore on the east side. Had an interesting "conversation" with the owner. Both will be re-reads after thirty years.
"I once had an English teacher who said that Satan was the hero of Paradise Lost. Later, I met a Navy chaplain to whom I said, 'I thought Satan was vanquished by Christ on Calvary.' He shook his head indicating the negative." The owner was unresponsive. Most people in Phoenix are.
Even so, so glad I picked up these books. I've got a bunch to read over the summer. Not to mention all the Bible study coming up. I hope my mind holds up. I really do.
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