December 23, 2003

• Over the Rainbow

  
  

  This morning as I was driving to work in the dark, I was listening to my one and only car radio station – National Public Radio – and they were doing a segment on the song Over the Rainbow, telling the history of who wrote it and how and when and of course playing Judy Garland singing it.  Suddenly, pulled to a stoplight at a busy intersection, watching the lights turn from green to yellow to red and back, and the street glistening in their reflection, I felt an incredible yearning to have my parents with me this Christmas.  They are long gone, years ago, but they are still such a huge part of who I am and who their grandchildren are.  I wonder if one day my children will have these moments, when I am long gone, of sudden longing for me, and one day my grandchildren will miss their own parents.  Kind of like the Quaker Oats Box where the man is holding a Quaker Oats Box on which is a picture of a man holding a Quaker Oats Box.  In the dark there, as tears came to my eyes, I was sure that they will, and I am just as sure that my parents ARE here this Christmas.

  
  

  Deep Thought:  I bet what happened was, they discovered fire and invented the wheel on the same day. Then, that night, they burned the wheel.

  
  

  Today I am grateful for:  Round numbers

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