(I’m Not Your) Steppin Stone
First, I want to apologize for the tone I took in yesterday’s post. I probably shouldn’t have posted so soon after hearing about our governor’s attempt to prevent gay marriage from taking place on May 17th. Believe or not, I can be much more eloquent than that. In fact, shortly after the Supreme Court decision in November, I wrote a letter to all of my elected officials letting them know how I feel.
Nobody responded.
Granted, the letter wasn’t as well written as others I’d read (particularly the one that was falsely attributed to Bette Midler). But the letter did make my points – with no swears!
I’m half-tempted to post the letter here…but I think it would be like preaching to the choir.
Oh, let me tell you about my conversation with Matt this morning. There was a blurb on the news about the Aerosmith fan club. It reminded me of a time in the late 70’s as a wee lad when I enjoyed watching “The Monkees” on syndication. I had a Monkees album (the 1967 one with the green cover and the song Your Auntie Grizelda). The Monkees had broken up close to a decade earlier, but as a child I had no clue they didn’t still exist. Using Marsha Brady as my inspiration, I wrote a letter to The Monkees fan club.
Nobody responded.
There seems to be a recurring theme here, no? Anyway, I finished telling Matt this story and he had no idea what I was talking about. He asked me to repeat the story, but it was too early in the morning and I didn’t have the energy to tell it again. Besides, the story wasn’t significant enough to repeat. Then he posted in his blog something about me talking about The Monkees in the 1980’s during their resurgence in popularity. All I can say is he’s lucky he’s cute.
Oh, and here’s tonight’s dinner: spinach with grilled chicken. Please note that I have finally learned how to reduce the size of my pictures! One of these days I’ll figure out how to add a counter to my blog.
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