The Passionate Pilgrim

Monday, March 31, 2008

Thank you, Ric

Last night and tonight saw the end of an era in professional wrestling. Last night, at Wrestlemania, Ric Flair lost in a retirement match to Shawn Michaels. It was an excellent match and a fitting end to a great career. I was glad my son and I were able to be there in Orlando for it. I've mentioned before my son's love (and mine) for Ric Flair, who always gave a great show, for 60 minutes every night. Many nights we sat (actually, stood) in the old Hollywood Sportatorium or the Sunrise Musical Theater and watched The Nature Boy spin his magic and do what he did best: entertain the crowds with every ounce of his energy. The tribute to him tonight on WWE Raw was fitting for a man who gave so much to the great sport (yes, it is a sport--try it for even a couple of minutes if you don't believe it) of professional wrestling.

I was sad to see it end, but the passage of time respects no one. However, his legend will endure.

Wooooooooooo!

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Passion

From the TED lecture series, novelist Isabel Allende talks about passion. She talks with passion about the fate of many women in this world and some of the brave women she has encountered in her life who are struggling to make the world better for women and girls which, in turn, would make the world better for everyone.


Sunday, March 16, 2008

Blah!

Today I turned 60.

As Johnny Carson once said, "I feel older than dirt."

Friday, March 07, 2008

Fly Like the Wind

The last time I went to Hollywood Beach to see the windsurfers, I didn't bring my camera. This time, I did. The strain on the back and shoulders must be incredible, but it looks like so much fun to be skimming across the surface of the ocean. At times, the surfers fly into the air, sometimes 15 or 20 feet.



Like a giant kite, the sail soars above the water.



The surfer prepares to fly.



The wind draws the surfer into the air.

This is one of those things that I really have to try.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

The Liberal's Lament

Maureen Dowd has an excellent Op-Ed piece in today’s New York Times. In her article, “Duel of Historical Guilts,” she echoes what I have said to several people in the past few weeks: the Democratic primaries have been a liberal’s nightmare. The two frontrunners are a woman and a black man. Some people have looked at me and don’t seem to understand what I’m saying. Dowd poses the question as to “which of America’s sins are greater . . .misogyny . . . or racism?” She points out that this may not be a question those in their 20s, 30s, or 40s would even think about, much less ask. Is it more of a concern for Baby Boomers who came into their own in the turbulent 60s, joining civil rights marches and burning bras? I remarked a few weeks ago that it felt strange to be out of the mainstream of youth. It struck me when comparisons were made between the excitement engendered among young people about Barack Obama and that sparked by John F. Kennedy. When Caroline came out for Obama, it made me feel old. When Old Ted Kennedy came out for him, it made me feel even older. I can understand when some Hillary Clinton supporters say that they resent the fact that Obama is not waiting until it’s “his turn.” The Baby Boomers have had two presidents, and I certainly wouldn’t brag about the job either of them did. Is that the only shot our generation will get? Are we already over-the-hill (or Hillary)? It’s hard to accept that someone is past her prime at 60 (I will be 60 March 16th). Do young people, both black and white, not appreciate all that was done for them to be as free as they are now? Do they not understand the struggles that blacks and women went through? Or, don’t they care? I suspect that the same thing might be happening if there were an older black man running against Obama instead of an older white woman. An older friend of mine (a black woman, now close to 70) who had been an activist during the Civil Rights Era (assuming it’s over as some thought a few years ago) once bemoaned the fact that young black people didn’t appreciate what they (her generation and the one before hers) had to go through just to be free and to vote. It upset her that young black people didn’t bother voting or even registering to vote. Were they not taught about their struggles and sacrifices? Didn’t they feel any moral obligation to take advantage of what had been won for them? Dowd seems to think that younger women have the same attitude towards Hillary and Gloria Steinem. They wonder why they are so angry. They resent being made to feel they are betraying women by voting for Obama. It’s a curious time. Though I earlier said I no longer supported Hillary, I am not absolute about that. Obama hasn’t done enough to convince me he’s the right person. And, despite what I said in a previous post, John McCain is not a viable alternative. Being a veteran, I don’t have that guilt to deal with.

It ain’t easy being a liberal.

Monday, March 03, 2008

Electricity

On this date in 1955, a truck driver, erstwhile electrician journeyman singer, from Tupelo, Mississippi, made his debut on the Louisiana Hayride. His name, of course, was Elvis Presley. Elvis admitted in a later interview that it might not have been a good idea for him to be working with electricity since his mind was always full of music. He said he didn't want to blow up anybody's house.