In My Opinion

ITS A SUNNY DAY

The other night all the kids were over. When it came time for the Phillip unit to go home, Lizy asked James if he would like to stay with us overnight, to which he promptly said yes - a departure from recent trends. Shortly after that, the question arose as to where he would like to sleep; with Becky in her bed, in Sid's bed, or Becky suggested, with granddaddy Bruce in Becky's bed. To my surprise, he immediately responded affirmatively to the last suggestion.

While we have kisses and hugs and such, granddaddy has not been the warmest spot in the room over time. Granddaddy dishes out more discipline than Ice cream and Grandmother is just hard to beat for tolerance and attention.

Anyway, he was obviously fading fast, so we promptly went upstairs and hopped in bed. I put a hand on him, just so he would know I was there, he reached back and gave me a few pats and was gone to the world.

Next morning when I awoke, I rolled over to check on my charge. There he was wide awake, completely still and staring at me. Before I could say anything, he announced in a very flat monotone manner, "It's a sunny day," which indeed it was.

I just wanted to let those of you who may have felt a bit burdened of late by my emotional neediness, that you now have some relief. I think I have a new friend.

PS I have another location for things like this. Not sure why really, but I have chosen not to make access public, but willing to provide to just about anyone who asks. Just leave a request here and I will provide you with an invitation. Thanks.

Warning

If you have come here looking for polished prose, you are in the wrong place. My brothers are writers; I am not. Indeed, if you have a highly refined sense of writing technique I congratulate you, I wish I did, but linger here and you will soon be offended.

You see, as a child, I pioneered dyslexia and was on Ritalin when it was experimental. My freshman English teacher in college returned my first paper with "your literacy level is incredulous" boldly sketched across the heavily marked up face. Thanks to computers, secretaries, spell checkers (not always a friend) and now Grammarly, I have hobbled along in a legal career that others seem to think was of some note.

So why would someone so handicapped bother to write, let alone share the product? The answer is simple: I have something to say. It seems there are many with refined writing skills who have not much worth saying who write nonetheless. So why should I be silent for fear of a misplaced comma here and there, an unclear antecedent or preposition out of place?

No, if you read here, you have to approach it as one does primitive art, finding redemption in the unrefined honesty of presentation, appreciating the outsized effort involved in creating the humble product, and the courage it takes to present it for public scrutiny. But, for some, intelligence is reflected in one's grammar. If one is dull there, well there is just no point reading on. If that is you, read no further.

If you are still here great! Hope you find something worthwhile and excuse me if I work up the courage to post something frivolous from time to time. We will see.

PS There are a few items here written by others. Where that is the case it is noted. Perhaps you can tell though without that. :-)

In My Opinion

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