To Each His Own and Then Some

A guy, probably in his twenties, was striding about Copperton Park the other day, young, cute family in tow, wearing shorts, and sporting an ankle bracelet of the sort that keeps the law aware of your business, if you get my drift.  

He didn’t seem to mind the throng of people, young and old, that was about, nor did he seem to to be concerned that all probably knew the significance of his adornment.  It was exactly as pictured above.  

I’m not certain why the the local constabulari is interested in him, but it really looked like he was taking great pride in whatever it was he’d done.  He was talking loudly, strutting a lot, laughing with gusto and making sure that everyone was aware that he and his little daughters and wife, who was carrying another infant daughter, were there.  It was really kind of embarrassing.  

Isn’t this kind of a reversal on what most people would do? But I guess if you can’t be a big deal doing what you should do, you can be a big deal doing what you shouldn’t.  If most people don’t care that you’re doing what you should, make a big deal that there at least are those who care that you don’t do what you should.  It’s a different concept but one that might work for some.

Or is it just that stupid people are taking a cue from Lindsay Lohan and see such jewelry as a real fashion statement of the future?

God Watches Over Our Stupid Youth

Yesterday while driving to have lunch with Loraine Hawkins at Five Guys, I was listening to Janis Joplin singing Me and Bobby McGee on KODJ radio.  It was a romp.  I turned it up almost to the max.

I realized as I always do when I listen to Pearl (Janis for those who did not survive the sixties) how close I came to not surviving the sixties.  I was in the wind.  (For those who don't understand that, you've got to brush up on your Dylan.)

My blood pressure rose, my heart rate gave its all and I responded to the human spirit and wished she were back for just a minute.  Tune in to Youtube to maybe get a little of what I mean.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5FMhnl0__Vo

I know this for a fact, dear folks.  The Lord watches out for us all regardless of where we are.  And I also know this.  We are given the Spirit and we have the Spirit.

I thank God every day of my life for Carl.  I thank God every day for that night long ago in Spokane standing at the window watching him leave, for the glass left behind, for the still small voice that said, "If you let him go, you will be sorry every day of your life."

He is the best thing that ever happened to me.  Just as my father told him.  My dad never told me that.  He probably didn't dare.  But it's true.  Carl is my life.  That's when I learned about the Spirit.