Notes - today's commentary

        You are sitting at the Kroger lot on Kings Mill Road waiting for Carol after an afternoon ride down around the Little Miami gorge – a little bit of West Virginia not more than fifteen minutes away. Mid-afternoon, and people are scurrying around picking up lots of party packs for tonight’s Superbowl football game.

         It is a good afternoon, a little chilly but a clear blue sky – awesome for the first week in February. I cannot believe all the drinks and snacks people are picking up. You’d think it was an Ohio State v. Michigan game. I can only relate by thinking back some forty years when Cleveland Browns were playing the New York Giants in the playoffs. Those were the days of football. Now I am an old coot and don’t give a damn either way; don’t begrudge them any though, people need an excuse to party and socialize so this will do in this country. We have had really good weather overall and Europe has been pounded with massive snow storms this winter.

         You have had a busy few days. Wednesday afternoon Kim called saying Owen was ill. You and Carol immediately drove up, arriving around twenty-two hundred hours. You cared for Owen while Kim and Paul worked Thursday and Friday, then you drove home Saturday. It has been busy catching up with household chores today, and you watched the Superbowl game, at least the first half and halftime with Madonna. – Amorella

         We did. I was surprised. I even got into it a little, great first half but I don’t know how it turned out. I loved the halftime. Our next door neighbor’s daughter, Lauren, a college student in Indianapolis, was in the choir backing up Madonna. That is so awesome for her. There was no way to pick her out.

         You still have a secret crush on Madonna. Why don’t you want to admit it? Amorella

         I have always admired her spunk and intellect as well as her talent. It is silly for an old fellow like me to admit I get a kick out of her, but I do. The woman still has the talent. She is an entertainer inside and out. She holds herself well; she is in charge of who she is. I respect her for that.

         Think of Merlyn in the same way, in charge. Arthur, however, has issues, just as he always did. When you are dead in these books life is similar because you are too. It poses interesting questions of character.

         Back to Sartre and “hell is other people,” with the addition “yourself included.” That’s the humor in it.

         Good way to end today’s commentary. Post, orndorff. - Amorella