Friday morning

My friend Mike Higgins just got me all excited by telling me that the wife of the U.S. Solicitor General, Ted Olsen, was NOT killed in the plane that went down on 9/11 when it crashed into the Pentagon, but was found alive along the Polish border in possession of millions of dollars in counterfeit Italian Lira and was to be charged with obstruction of justice in the deaths of 3,000 Americans. “Look it up on the internet,” he told me, “it’ll be all over the news.” I looked and found nothing whatsoever. But all those slugs at the Red Cup will walk away believing the story and another urban myth will spread.

women

My daughter tells me that the attitude I express about women in an earlier post is all wrong and that all the women in my life — mother, 3 sisters, daughter, grand-daughter — and any “nice” woman who reads this blog will be offended. She asks if I want my grand-daughter to be told that I’m a “womanizing pig”. Bring it, child.

My bad attitude is not about women. My bad attitude is about dating. It’s a Quixotic quest at my age (56). It’s not like being in school where you are exposed to a lot of people who are your approximate intelligence and social and economic class and with whom you are having a common experience. It’s meeting other people my age who have been through marriages, child rearing, rehab, and who knows what else. At my age, people have baggage and that’s just a fact of life. As a result, there’s not only the issues that come up between any two people about politics, religion and sex and so forth, there’s also issues of single parenting, 12 Step programs, and a lot of getting frozen into habits of living that might not be as easily changed at my age as they are at age 18-25.