just reminiscing a bit

Today is Tuesday and my last blogpost was Friday. Why? IDK, I thought I'd written on Sunday about one of the lectionary readings, but not so, there's not even an unpublished draft up.

We voted yesterday, Vote Early! The pollsters' certainty of a Democrat sweep is absurd, the pollsters have made fools of themselves in recent years but they keep at it. As well, their predictions cause their "winners" to relax and stay home while flushing their "losers" out to vote.

CFB is interesting at the moment, though I wonder why Auburn fired X Atkins. My teams are Go Gators!! and Go Blue!! Also Go Noles! while a granddaughter is still in school there. She's a senior at FSU, played trumpet with the Marching Chiefs her first two years and I have an FSU ball cap. Mind, my love for FSU football does not hold over the Thanksgiving Weekend. 

Who else do we cheer? Penn State - - we lived in Harrisburg eight years back in the seventies and eighties when Joe Paterno was the superhero, his picture in all the restaurants, I think even a pizza place we used to visit with Peg Everhard those bitter cold dark snowy winter nights on a dangerous backstreet in downtown Harrisburg. 

All those dear ones we loved so much our Pennsylvania years are dead now. My friends, life is short and we haven't much Time to gladden the hearts of those who travel with us, so be quick to love, and make haste to be kind. 

Other CFB favorites: Auburn, Alabama, and whoever's playing Ohio State. I think the Florida-Georgia rivalry peaked and faded as FSU emerged in CFB as a Florida target, but from my old days, no Gator fan could have Georgia as a favorite. In the nineteen-fifties Georgia was our main rival. Some of these feelings hold on across the decades. 

And Alabama is a favorite now only because they've been dethroned from perennial number one spot under Saban; for a while the Crimson Tide (why is an Elephant the Crimson Tide?) was in the same detested place as the New York Yankees were in MLB during my college years. 

A memory that holds on though: the cheers and horn honking all over town in Gainesville October 1956 when Don Larsen pitched that no-hitter for the Yankees in Game Five of the World Series. You could hear the game all over the place because there every window was open and every radio was on top volume. 

The memory is enhanced because while the cheering and horn honking was going on, I was walking, stopped and waiting at the traffic signal to cross the intersection of University Boulevard and I forget the street name, wherever the Sigma Alpha Epsilon lion was in those years, when a sparkling new 1957 Plymouth crossed the intersection and turned left right in front of me. My first glimpse of the Forward Look. When we went to Pensacola for Christmas that year, my grandfather Gentry had this one in dark green with a white top, an elegant ride it was

This morning, a dermatology appointment, with two spots on my back already targeted for cutting. Jeepers and dammit. 

But all manner of things shall be well

RSF&PTL

T91