"Everything is pretty much what it is"-Dan Jenkins
As we in Northwest Ohio await with baited breath (usually done with live squid or parts thereof) for the arrival of the rainy end of Hurricane Katrina, the plot thickens. While pursuing the agony of defeat in the form of the inner battle between golf implements and scorecards, I have managed to continue my mastery over the Sprout. On this very day, 8/30/05, after scorching the front nine at White Pines (of which there are many genuine trees present unlike Shady Oaks and some other places of little or no interest) in 38 and with the visions of finally breaking 80 for the first time this year, the wheels fell off with back-to-back doubles, 1 OB, 2 doing the backstroke and staggering in with 43 to hold off the charging Sprout by 1, I found no solace in the dead squirrel in the parking lot. As it was too early to get trashed and with the Red Cross beckoning, I did find a bit of comfort in the title of that immortal song, "My Give A Damn's Busted". The Sprout has yet to conquer my unyielding spirit (as has Spanish Nate of late) and I for one think it has to do with the burning question I pose to Nate and/or any other Spanish -knowing folk, "DOES the rain in Spain fall mainly on the plain?" or is that some secret Spanish -related code for treacle preparation? More to follow when the puzzle pieces escape the box.
posted by Jim Weaver at 12:33 PM
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The answer to your precipitation query requires a three part treatise, of which I submit part one to you now. The rain in Spain is under strict control by the otherwise useless King Juan Carlos. Juan is the chief diplomat of Spain and uses his control over the rain to Spain's advantage, which explains our good relations with Brazil and the American Northwest. From my experience, Juan Carlos allows only an occasional spit of rain to fall on Spain, where he maintains grain trains for David Blaine. In return for his rain, Juan Carlos obtains a marvelous brand of Brazilian plantaine. In summation, theoretically, the rain in Spain falls wherever Juan Carlos deems it appropriate.
And They Will Be Taught By Children
Today I write a more serious story. As a volunteer at The American Red Cross I can speak from experience of the tremendous outpouring of support and donations of many kinds for the victims of Hurricane Katrina. This huge storm has devastated the states of Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama and has impacted all regions of this country in ways to numerous to list. Today, as I was moving comfort supplies for loading, I held the elevator door for a mom and dad and their young daughter, probably 7 to 9 years old. She held in her hand a coffee can with a home-made label around it. Her parents were praising her and telling her how proud they were of her when I asked her if she had just made a donation. She smiled a huge,rediant smile and the gap between her front teeth and her freckles added to the tremendous pride and joy in her sparkling blue eyes. She said "yes" and then her mom said "tell him how you did it. She smiled at me and said " I had a lemonade stand and I just donated $276". I complimented her and thanked her for her help and her smile and pride filled the elevator. As they exited I could still hear her parents telling her how proud they were, and I had a moment of real personal reflection on my 4 kids. I'm as proud a father as you can find and I love my children deeply. I know their character and spirit. They are entering the world and hoping to make their mark on it, one of which they can be proud. It's a good feeling to know that there are still children following mine that teach us all about helping, caring, selflessly giving and not expecting something in return. I will remember that girl and her smile for a long time.
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