Day 257

Morning at Happy Hollow Park

I didn’t spend a lot of time at the park this morning. For one thing I forgot to take the camera with me, so I had to use the cell phone camera. Another reason was that there were some people there who looked like they didn’t want others to be around. This is purely speculation on my part, but they appeared to be grandparents with a teenaged girl. The elderly couple was standing, looking at her with concerned expressions on their faces. The girl was sitting at a park bench, looking like she was in the early stages of withdrawal. Of course it could have been that she was a hitchhiker who had barfed her Egg McMuffin and Mountain Dew in the back seat of their car; and what I saw was anger, not concern. Or perhaps they had come to the park to surreptitiously bury the girl’s dog, Lugnut, under the playground swing set, and she was exhibiting grief, not withdrawal. There might even be another scenario that fits the tableau I witnessed.

I’ll go back sometime, with the camera, and take a proper photo.


The wife of a fellow running for State representative came to our door yesterday, campaigning for her husband. She surprised me by asking if I was Mr. Houseman. Generally when these people come knocking they don’t know who lives in the house. I was impressed that this woman did her homework…maybe I’m easily impressed. She gave me a glossy tri-fold brochure that somebody had gone to a lot of trouble to produce. The one thing that bothered me was the fact that nowhere on the brochure, and at no time while she spoke to me, was the political party he is affiliated with named. I understand, truly I do, that we should be making decisions on how we vote based on the person and what they claim to stand for, not their party. However, I’m not sure what I think of a person who will not state his affiliation. I may vote for this person, no matter what party banner he is under, when I have researched him and whoever he is running against, based on what I learn. But my opinion of him won’t be the highest.

Oh, and don’t get me started on people who use the term progressive instead of liberal.