Free Write
I started writing this chowing down on breakfast earlier, but I scrapped it all.
There wasn’t anything memorable, much less interesting, so away it goes.
Still trying to digest some of the aftermath of the election from Tuesday, but I am calming down a bit. One of the things I’d mentioned before is my ability to hold a grudge. It could be familial, but it is there.
I can’t find where I’d written about it previously, but my cousins were very complimentary of a Po’Boy shop near my cousins’ residence. My mom had actually had something nice, and was appreciative of it.
I recognized the surname. The guy who’d founded it had almost gotten in a fistfight with my dad in Church, calling my dad a draft-dodger because he’d gone to college instead of enlisting straight for Vietnam. My dad had wanted to be an Army Lieutenant like his grandfather had been during World War 1. He was actually in Infantry Officer Basic training when the Paris Peace Accord was signed. After he was commissioned, he ended up going around Southeast Asia for a few months while the Army figured out what to do with the units that’d been relocated out of Vietnam.
My mother, who’d never been east of Pensacola, or west of Houston, got in airplane to fly to Japan to be with him after they’d been moved to Okinawa.
But I’d remembered the name, and my dad’s reaction about the bait shop he’d opened, and how we shouldn’t shop there. This negative reaction was probably around 1990?
Turns out the founder had died around the same time as my dad. I don’t know that they’d ever really spoken again.
I don’t recall us buying many products after this.
I recall my then-girlfriend being confused about why I wouldn’t go buy Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. If you search the Reason site, you can find things that date back to the 1990s recounting their, um, excesses.
Maybe holding grudges is an inherited trait?
I suppose, too, however, that it speaks to why I get so annoyed with people like Mamdami; I am very suspicious of anyone who describes himself as a Socialist.
You do know that it never works, right? You do know how many people it murdered within the lifetime of people still alive today, right?
My brain might be scarred, but there are things I don’t forget, and others I will never excuse.
Two more nights. I’m ready to go home.
But I’m clumsily following the news about flight cancellationns My destination is one of the ones listed in the limitations category. My scheduled flight is one of the last for the day, so I’m triply-concerned. I phoned the airline yesterday kind of volunteering for adjustment if needed. My flights hadn’t been affected, but they told me to stand by.
Then this morning, they emailed saying please don’t call us to ask.
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Why are they Federal employees, again?