Yesterday

Emotional experience does not mean emotional maturity.

 

Yesterday being Mothers day. A wonderful day I had really all in all, I spent it with my wife and kids, remembering all the things in life that reminded us of Mom and how things have changed, yet how many things really never do change like landline phones, “If you do not call before 10:00 a.m. the line is going to be busy”, so by chance I spent my day dialing the phone by hitting redial pausing in hopes only to wait.

 

Ah but who could complain I got to hang out with some really cool people, as the day wore on seems that more people show up, check in, hang out and (watch the redial), talk about memories and Mom trying hard to stay away from hotter topics like politics, local news and a fight that ended tragically, seems like a week that ended so, that hurt a lot of People, grateful, saddened, hurtful, horrified, emotional the local news, at least round here.

 

The BBQ-ed Rosemary roasted potatoes and medallion streaks (hey she ordered it not me) the conversation about how so many local people lost their lives and trying to figure a reason for it. I am not sure when but it sure seems to me that fighting was not okay a least by Moms standard, I guess that is something I teach my kids anyhow, that fighting is not okay. I am not sure why people think that changes, but they do.

 

The only reason to take a gun is to use that gun, its design is to take a life. To carry a gun is out of fear is protection, to carry it into a fight is to knowingly be willing to take a human life, to pull that trigger is to release the intended design of the gun. That is intention, there is no defense to the fact you carried that gun, you loaded it, you made the decision to take it with you, you carried it.

 

Hoodlums, hobgoblins and heroes, America love affair with ending human life, they all say it was used in protection of or out revenge for, something that just isn’t right, they all pulled their guns in a fight, they all took a human life.

 

When did you make it okay to fight?

 

So at least at dinner here the prize wasn’t the roasted Almond frosted cake, or even the redial day, it was in the memories of what Mom taught me.

 

Chas