don’t know about anyone else, but I want to go back to a time when all I had to worry about was how to heat my home and feed my family. The other day my wife and I were invited to an engagement party thrown by my daughter’s friends in Medford, just outside of Boston.
It was an afternoon affair because the Patriot’s first play-off game was at 8 p.m. that evening. Things being what they are here in Patriot Nation, I sincerely believe that nothing short of a nuclear holocaust would have stopped the party from being anything other than an afternoon affair. My wife and I were picked up by our friends; a.k.a. future in-laws. This is an interesting story in itself because my wife and Ruth were friends long before my daughter met her future husband.
Some say they had something to do about it. Whatever the case, it’s very clear I have absolutely nothing to say about it. Our conversation, while we were driving to the party, concerned politics and how our nation is going through difficult times. We talked about the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, governmental scandals, and how our freedoms are being eroded because of what has become a perpetual war on terror. I don’t know about anyone else, but I want to go back to a time when all I had to worry about was how to heat my home and feed my family.