Loose Ends
This weekend is one of my favorite holidays of the year: Surf Fish Weekend. Initiated in 1993, SFW brings a motley assortment of old friends together at the beach to fish or play golf or go to bars or just sit around and drink beer. There is only a rough agenda (see above), the cast varies from year to year, and the weather always plays a role. But we guys, who have been friends and playmates for anywhere from 20 to 45 years (more, in some, cherished cases), have the freedom among ourselves to do silly things, tell old stories and bad jokes, and generally do the same stuff we did as young men and, at times, adolescent boys. (Okay. Being all happily married or close to it, we don’t chase girls any more. Everything else is in play.)
My oldest friend is fond of saying, “I am blessed to have these people in my life.” Ditto, buddy.
One of this past week’s headlines screamed that President Trump is “millions of dollars in debt.” As though that’s a bad thing. Anybody with a mortgage has debt. And for tax and accounting purposes, it’s not generally a negative. Your average suburban homeowner under 40 has a mortgage and is probably “hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt.” My God.
Similar bad math arrives with the arrest of anyone who owns a gun and has a stock of ammo in the house. “Thousands of rounds of ammunition” were discovered in the home/car/backpack/socks of the potential serial killer. Of course, a typical session at the pistol range can easily run through a hundred to several hundred rounds of ammunition. These guys just as likely went to Cabella’s and stocked up at their Memorial Day sale. Just like, oh, your average serial bird lover might stock up on millet and sunflower seed at Costco. Somebody call the cops.
As far as the Debate, I have nothing to add that hasn’t been said by smarter people than me other than, did you see Biden’s eyes? Weird.
And as far as Mr. and Mrs. Trump coming down with it, here’s wishing them a speedy recovery for the good of our national governance, and hoping that they will show that a case of The Covid does not mean the end of your life as you know it. Somebody needs to tamp down the hysteria.
A couple items from the Missus…
Seeing bumper stickers that say “Biden. Restore Dignity.” Think I’ll wear one of my own: “Biden. Install Socialism.”
And, don’t you find the NBC Nightly News’ use of Theme for the Common Man juicily ironic?
Last thing. Wishing Dan Bongino of The Bongino Report a quick recovery from a different health issue. He’s the new and better Drudge. The old Drudge ain’t the Drudge of old. Rumor has it he sold it around the first of the year. Regardless, it’s not fun anymore.