Weekends offer a respite from politics because family activities usually dominate and those activities usually include serious football. We have a number of armchair coaches around here, and members of my family support different teams. The SEC is our primary concern, although we do count an FSU fan among us (my son-in-law). Other teams we cheer on are the SC Gamecocks and the Florida Gators.
A favorite pastime for me is going to hear my daughters perform, especially if they’re doing a local gig. Tonight we’ll go to Ponte Vedra Beach to take in their show—it’s the third stop on a tour they dubbed “Guitars, Chill Bars, and Pinot Noir.”
As usual, I’m reading several books.
Otherwise, I’ll finish up reading an advance copy of Roger Stone’s book, The Man Who Killed Kennedy: The Case Against LBJ. That book is a worthwhile addition to the shelf for anyone interested in one of the most enduring conspiracies of the century. I’ll have a column up next week about it.
I ended up pulling out a couple other books I have on the shelf about the assassination, including the undersung Mary’s Mosaic by Peter Janney. Like Stone, Janney knew major political players and socialites of the time personally. Like Stone, Janney believed some in both government and organized crime were involved in the assassination. I recommend both books as excellent reads.
I’m still working through Mark Levin’s The Liberty Amendments. Travel interrupted that book and Stone’s book came just as I was leaving.
I walked outside this morning to have coffee with my husband and we both remarked on how beautiful the day is. Temps in the 60s, a gentle breeze, mostly sunny. Roses are blooming one last time before our short winter kicks in, and all my Basil is still full of blooms. The Milkweed is still blooming too, as is the Plumbago, and butterflies couldn’t be happier.
One thing’s for sure—the day is far too beautiful for politics, and Monday will come soon enough to get the content machine going. Coming up on the agenda are stories about Jorge Bonilla’s campaign to replace the Democrat Alan Grayson whose hate-filled rhetoric of late veers to mediocre fiction rather than fact, and Daylight Savings Time. Meanwhile, savor the weekend.
I found a single red oak leaf yesterday—in these parts, we don’t get the fall colors my home city in upstate Carolina is famous for. I placed it alongside a few other fallen leaves on the table holding a pumpkin my husband brought home. The leaf sparked a rush of memories of autumn back home, from trick or treating to Friday night football and bonfires. I savored that red leaf and still do, reminding me once again that treasure often has nothing to do with money.
(Commentary by Kay B. Day/Oct. 26, 2013)