First Snow

A week ago it was 60 degrees, and the week before that it reached records highs in Michigan with ten degrees higher than that. It is November 16, and this isn't even our first snow fall. The eve of my birthday on the 10th there was enough powder on the cars to make a well-formed snowball. It sure seems a little early to see the white stuff. I know this because I have a memory of driving home from my so-called Bar-Mitzvah party on November 23 when I was 13 years old, and it was snowing for the first time that year. It was a very mediocre average year, and before global warming meant more than just a large part of the Pacific Ocean was hotter than the rest, El Nino.

After two weeks of this cold and wet snow I'll be ready for summer.

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MEMO TO GOD

I placed the stapled cone-shaped piece of paper on my head and stepped up to a giant decaying wall.  I looked to my right and left and saw people doing exactly what they were trained to do day after day.  I saw people shed a tear for something more private than their deepest secrets of insecurities, but rather their faith.  I ran my hands over the cracks that would appear to be drenched with notes you pass to your friend in the classroom, maybe these are where the confiscated notes end up.  

I then repeated after a stranger words I once repeated the same way during my childhood.  I reached in my pocket and pulled out a torn piece of paper from a journal I kept on my travels.  I unfolded it and read it one last time, and then placed my only truly religious moment I have ever meant into the wall.  It was not a validation of god's existence, but rather a moment of "What if..."  A moment where I played the odds of faith, knowing it is impossible to ever know, it can't hurt to believe at this moment.

When Barack Obama placed his most pure thoughts and prayers into the wall, I doubt he was thinking it was just another political stunt to get a cheap vote.  Now that we know what lies under a popular politician, what do we decipher from it?  In the end, I think we all end up asking for the same thing, believer or not.

"Lord, protect my family and me.  Forgive me my sins and help me guard against pride and despair.  Give me the wisdom to do what is right and just.  And make me an instrument of your will."

~Obama

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Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!

The last time you might have played it was in 1994.



You might have been listening to Interstate Love Song off of the Purple album by Stone Temple Pilots at the time. You might have owned a pair of rollerblade brand rollerblades. You might have owned a skateboard, but only realized you weren't as good as those kids who could ollie knee-high at your school. You might still have your Pogs though, buried under your old Baseball cards and Ska CDs.

All of the above is true for me. I can't speak for everyone though. This is a tribute to those days. To my childhood, and possibly yours. Also to the boredom of the summer.







Pogs on Wikipedia

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