Perhaps I spoke too soon.

Four days ago, in this space, I announced that I was sick and tired of being sick and tired, that you may as well stick a fork in me, because as far as I'm concerned, I'm done.

Well, I definitely still don't feel well, but a couple of events have temporarily dragged me from the Slough of Despond. One of them is the arrival of that grandchild, right on schedule (despite the efforts of the medical types to modify their original prediction, lest someone actually remember it), and with an utter lack of unnecessary complications. Grandma said proudly of our daughter: "She only said 'Shit!' twice," which, given her history and ours, is almost amazing.

Following the 10th, there is the 11th, in which we in the United States of America celebrate something called "Veterans' Day". The first few years after I got out of the Army, I tended to shrug it off. But nowadays, older and marginally wiser, I remember that a lot of people, including a few I knew, didn't get the opportunity to shrug it off — they were out making far greater sacrifices than I.

So, to these men and women, of my generation and of others — and to one very special young lad — I tip my hat. Let's hope I don't tip over in so doing.

The Vent

#173
11 November 1999

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