Lent

We live in cynical times.

Politicians lie.

Their supporters lie.

The Media lies.

Parents lie to their children.

Children lie to their friends.

There's a fly in my office right now that is bugging the shit out of me. I have tried to swat it but it eludes me.

I realize that killing it is not the "answer" and that when/if I do I will feel a slight pang of guilt. After all. how can I be sure that it is not my dead grandmother reincarnated, coming back for a visit?

I remember once when staying with Ga Ga I discovered there was fly living in her refrigerator.

When I asked her about it she said:

"Shut the door! I am trying to keep him alive all through Lent."

It was a simpler time.

I remember that summer, sitting on her couch, watching the ever present T. V.. Bob Dole was speaking at the Republican National Convention.

"Look at him," she said. "With that crooked arm of his. THAT is a crooked man! He's crooked like that because...he is a liar and a crook! He's a Nixon man!"

She smiled at me.

WWWWHHHHAAAPPP! DEAD!!!! I GOT THE LITTLE BASTARD!

Wow, I don't feel bad at all.

(Sorry, Ga Ga.)