The last thirty days have been difficult on a lot of us, I imagine, as we prepare for the uncertainty that lies ahead, and as we continue to winnow our mixed emotions out from the realization that those who oppose us are taking advantage of the moment to put up a full court press.
Some of us are undoubtedly nervously attempting to finish projects, or accumulate a few extra magazines or cases of ammunition, while others may have decided to fold and/or take advantage of the outrageous market of late for all manner of things that go boom.
I spent the weekend, at least in part, shuttling stuff off that I no longer need to those who do, and scouring a few shops looking for stuff that I would have liked to have had, but never got because the enormity of what might happen just never quite occurred to me.
So, there I was, late Saturday morning in the parking lot at the post office, letting my wife of seventeen, going on eighteen years, into the car. Grandly, and in a somewhat silly fashion, I opened the passenger door for her and closed it behind her after she got in.
And then she did it.
As I walked around behind the car to open up the driver-side door, she reached over and opened up the driver-side door and pushed it outward for me. It doesn't seem like much, but it reminded me of all that she has put up with, and how brave she's been about the possible changes beyond our easy control.
There's a scene in a movie called "A Bronx Tale," a conversation between "Sonny" and "Calogero," in which "Sonny," an experienced guy, explains to the younger "C" how to find a good woman. So as I sat down into the car and closed the door, I hauled my smart phone out and found the scene on Youtube.
<object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0zVuORX4pno"></param> <param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0zVuORX4pno" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"> </embed></object>
I played it for her, because right then, I wanted this woman, who wants to move us to a state more willing to cleave to an honest interpretation of the Second Amendment, who is fighting butterflies in her stomach every day over the possibility of confiscations, to know that she is exactly what Sonny describes.
She's one of, and quite likely the last of, my "Great Ones," and I wanted to take a moment to let her know exactly that, just as I wanted to remind all of you to take a moment, no matter what your current circumstance, to hold yours tight and close and let them know how you feel.
Some of us are undoubtedly nervously attempting to finish projects, or accumulate a few extra magazines or cases of ammunition, while others may have decided to fold and/or take advantage of the outrageous market of late for all manner of things that go boom.
I spent the weekend, at least in part, shuttling stuff off that I no longer need to those who do, and scouring a few shops looking for stuff that I would have liked to have had, but never got because the enormity of what might happen just never quite occurred to me.
So, there I was, late Saturday morning in the parking lot at the post office, letting my wife of seventeen, going on eighteen years, into the car. Grandly, and in a somewhat silly fashion, I opened the passenger door for her and closed it behind her after she got in.
And then she did it.
As I walked around behind the car to open up the driver-side door, she reached over and opened up the driver-side door and pushed it outward for me. It doesn't seem like much, but it reminded me of all that she has put up with, and how brave she's been about the possible changes beyond our easy control.
There's a scene in a movie called "A Bronx Tale," a conversation between "Sonny" and "Calogero," in which "Sonny," an experienced guy, explains to the younger "C" how to find a good woman. So as I sat down into the car and closed the door, I hauled my smart phone out and found the scene on Youtube.
<object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0zVuORX4pno"></param> <param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0zVuORX4pno" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"> </embed></object>
I played it for her, because right then, I wanted this woman, who wants to move us to a state more willing to cleave to an honest interpretation of the Second Amendment, who is fighting butterflies in her stomach every day over the possibility of confiscations, to know that she is exactly what Sonny describes.
She's one of, and quite likely the last of, my "Great Ones," and I wanted to take a moment to let her know exactly that, just as I wanted to remind all of you to take a moment, no matter what your current circumstance, to hold yours tight and close and let them know how you feel.
