Also known as a memorial service. C'mon. Can we not even call these things by their appropriate name? I didn't see the slightest look of worry on the University of Arizona's president that what he was conducting was more than a little strange. Even some of the Big Honchos had fleeting looks of seeking escape from the circus.
Who was that embarrassing man that started the program with the feather in his hand? What drugs was he on? What did anything he said have to do with a memorial service or a high school pep rally?
Thanks Heavens the President looked and sounded fairly, well, Presidential. At least some of what he said had the ring of a memorial to it. Though the bit about Rep Giffords opening her eyes after his visit made me wonder if he was going to use this as evidence for sainthood at some future time, or maybe it was only evidence of the Royal Touch. I knew it could cure various diseases, including scrofula, but I didn't know it could cure a GSW to the head. Amazing!
[My wife has kindly informed me that I didn't really hear this last bit of business the way I reported it. I need to apologize. I am sorry.]
{Peggy Noonan seems to have heard the President's speech the same way I did, though not coming to the same conclusion.} See Saturday's op-ed page in the Wall Street Journal.
This is a small experiment in the blogosphere. "If you have no interest in what it's like to grow old, what follows is not for you. However, if it's going to happen to you, and the outcome is ultimately going to be negative, then finding a way to make the process as bearable, even as enjoyable as possible, might be worth a little attention."—from John Jerome's On Turning Sixty-Five
13 January 2011
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