Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life

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My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.


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Thursday, October 30, 2008

He's no James Garner

Suppose you hired someone to paint your house. You think long and hard about the colors and settle on a warm, attractive combination of almond with chocolate trim. When the painter shows up, you give him the paint samples, explain what you want, and head off to work. At the end of the day, you head home, excited to see your house with its lovely new paint job. You pull up in front of the house...

and it's covered in swirling, bright, tie-dye colors. Stunned, shocked, betrayed, you burst into the house to find the painter packing up his gear. "What is the meaning of this?" you bellow, enraged beyond all rationality.

The painter looks up at you, shrugs, and tells you, "What can I say? I'm a maverick."

Do you want someone who's going to do what he wants working for you or someone who will do what you want?

Senator McCain, a maverick is wonderful when you're in college and looking for outrageous drunken antics but when it comes to running this country for me, I'd like someone who is calm and steady. That's why I'll be voting for Senator Obama.

(But, hey, John, you're welcome to come to any of my parties.)

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