I am not a player. I am the game.

One of my friends on Facebook posted a quote from Max Lucado:
"When you are in the final days of your life, what will you want? Will you hug that college degree in the walnut frame? Will you ask to be carried to the garage so you can sit in your car? Will you find comfort...?"
I didn't finish reading the quote. I got this mental image of my sons placing me behind the wheel of a fully restored Ilsa where I'd breathe my last with a smile on my face.
Sorry, Max. I know that's not what you wanted to hear.

Some lady on TV this morning was telling us how to get rid of all the germs around the house. Mostly she ran down the usual list like don't use sponges in the kitchen, wash your hands often and the like. But she wants us to use alcohol wipes on our cell phones every few days to get rid of the germs that... what, got on the phone from me? And has she looked inside the pocket where I keep that phone??

But the worst was, "Don't make the bed." Apparently leaving it unmade allows germs on the sheets to die in the circulating air. I am my mother's son. If premature death from a viral infection is the price to be paid for a neatly made bed each morning I'm prepared to pay up. The alternative is simply unacceptable.

While I was listening to the classical station this afternoon they played "Night on Bald Mountain" by Mussorgsky. You'd probably recognize it because Disney used it in Fantasia. (You Tube clip with the music here.) It's a good "scary scene" piece of music.
As I listened I remembered something that happened when the boys were young. We had classical music playing on the radio and one of them asked, "Why are you listening to cartoon music?"
The really sad thing is that an entire generation has no clue where that question came from.
Back when cartoons were cartoons and not animated sci-fi with monsters and transformers, back when they were funny and involved a lot of slapstick, they typically used classical music for background. It was the only way a lot of kids ever heard classical music.
The theme from The Lone Ranger? "The William Tell Overture" by Rossini.
I wish kids still heard classical music, if only as a background to other things.

I don't know enough about the details but I think Cain's 9-9-9 plan should get a fair look, not the mocking it took last night. And Bachmann's "Turn those 9's upside down..." was past embarrassing. Seriously, Michelle?

Speaking of Michelles, did you see any of the First Lady's interview with Al Roker on NBC this morning? She sure is likable. I suppose it's because they don't have to do any of the tough stuff that comes with living in that house, but most often First Ladies seem the be the class of the joint.
OK, not always.