The rain started. Mike asked if I wanted to play Frisbee on the beach. “Of course,” I said.
Rain on the beach is the perfect time to throw a Frisbee. All of the tourists scatter-zoom. All of the space opens-up. We’re free to chase a floating disc like barking dogs.
“Please clear the beach,” the voice announced over the loudspeaker, “the beach is closed. Please clear the beach.”
Yes, there was a storm coming. Yes, the clouds were ominous. Yes, it was a bad idea. So?
When did we lose the right to be adults? When did we lose the right to be boneheaded adults? When did we lose the right to pursue a bad idea?
How many dollars are we going to spend on the non-crimes of Edward Snowden? How many hours are overpaid lawyers going to bill the DOJ? How many?
Maybe it’s time for us to better allocate how we spend limited dollars. Maybe it’s time for us to re-learn the meaning of “allocate” and “spend.” Oh, and “limited.”
2-illegal wars are winding down. 2-illegal wars are on Uncle Sam’s credit card.
Boys and girls are coming home, who need to take off their uniforms and find their way to a thrift store, where they can shop a rack and rediscover how edgy it is to wear a Taylor Swift T-Shirt.
“Let’s hit the beach,” I said to Mike. “There’s a family playing soccer. There’s a couple walking along the edge of the water. Kids are swimming. We’re allowed, right?”
Grown-Ass Men afraid of trouble, trouble, trouble.