I see that Mitch Miller died recently. He dominated Friday evening TV back in the 1960’s with his “sing-a-long” follow the bouncing ball music program. My mother would gather her glass bottled Pepsi and home popped Popcorn. She would then sit down in front of our black and white TV and ask to “not be disturbed”. I think he was 92. I guess music contributes to a long life.
You can not choose your relatives (hence “no control”). I see that Chelsea Clinton married several weeks ago with a $3-4 million extravaganza. She married into the Jewish religion. Love has no bounds. The gentleman she married, Mark Mezvinsky runs a hedge fund (speculative financial vehicle using borrowed money). Hedge fund managers have a bad reputation for high risk ventures. Their reputation matches car salesmen, insurance salesmen and lawyers. Maybe Mark is different. His dad spent 5 years in Federal prison for fraud. Both parents were politicians. Actually politicians rate up there with with car salesmen. In the end, Chelsea can’t control the actions of her relatives but I would guess there was tension with the seating arrangement at the wedding reception.
I am so happy that our family enjoys a harmonius relationship. No tension. No secrets in the closet. Everybody loving and hugging each other. We are truly lucky! Besides, it wouldn’t make any difference if there was tension in our family. We probably couldn’t control it anyway.
Just a note on family “last names”. I started work with a guy named Ruetelhuber at Allis-Chalmers and nobody ever pronounced his name right. It is a name I was glad I did not have. Well I see the Chicago Cubs have a pitcher named Schlitter. How about that. Mr. and Mrs Schlitter and all the little Schlitters. Say that fast 10 times. I also imagine two families getting together with one name Focker (from the movie the “In-Laws”) and a the other Fockel (after a local decorator business). If the bride named Fockel married a Focker and she kept the maiden name (in the middle), she would become a Fockel Focker. Say that 10 times real fast. You play the hand you were dealt. You have no control.
Because this is Friday the 13th, don’t walk under any ladders, step on any cracks, trash zodiac signs, open an umbrella in the house, or break any mirrors. But hey, you probably couldn’t control it any way.
Love,
Dad