I have a few things on my mind today and felt the need to write about them. We’ll return to our normally scheduled gardening program tomorrow. Thank you in advance for allowing me to do so:
- I haven’t done a thing out in the garden since August 27th (you better believe I remember the exact date). Hurricane Irene struck that day and we’ve been drowning in rain ever since. I absolutely love digging in the dirt this time of year with the cooler temps and it’s the perfect time for dividing perennials. The soil, however, is just too wet to do much of anything. Normally, this lack of action would push me over the edge, but it’s hard to complain when you see the devastation Irene left behind for so many people. I’ll just enjoy gazing at my plants from afar and consider myself blessed.
- Yesterday was the start of the NFL season which is sort of like Christmas for me. While I was psyched to have it back, it just didn’t feel like a day of celebration with it falling on the 10th anniversary of 9/11. The pre-game ceremonies across the country were emotional, but none can rival the lone trumpeter playing Taps from the crash site in Shanksville, PA. Good luck trying to find the video on-line anywhere. I’m sure the NFL gobbled it up and that’s a shame.
- Speaking of 9/11, I watched just about every TV special out there from beginning to end. I still feel like I need to as a reminder of just how devastating it was. I do the exact same thing every year at this time and will do so until the day I die. What stands out more than anything else is just how close we all became as a nation as the tragedy unfolded. It pales in comparison as to how divided we are today. It shouldn’t take an event like 9/11 to bring us all back together. Not like you want to hear political opinion from a dopey gardener like me, but I’d be in favor of throwing out the Republicans and the Democrats and starting anew. Sorry, I’m done.
- Bad job by Major League Baseball and Joe Torre for not allowing the Mets to wear their NYPD or FDNY hats for last night’s game. No argument will ever convince me why it should not have been allowed. It was one of the lasting memories from back in 2001 and a fantastic tribute to those “first responders.”
- I’ll end with a positive. If you told me I could eat only one dish for the rest of my life, I would choose my wife’s chili. It is painfully delicious and I enjoy eating myself sick for two days on it. We had it for dinner yesterday (a tradition each opening Sunday of the NFL season) along with homemade pumpkin cornbread and I’m still salivating over it all. One day I will get the recipe from her and share it with you all and dare you to make it better.
John