defining moments
those times, make break, history
this week, it’s house vote

Headline in today’s printed USA Today stated, “A Defining Moment Could Come Today.”

The online version read, “House to make first vote of formal Trump impeachment inquiry, resolution sets rules for public hearings.”

Chicken or egg fashion, I have long tried to determine which came first, the printed word or the online word.

You would think online, but then consider that the print version has to be posted pretty early in the day to make it to ‘paste up’, printed and distributed.

During this time, the writer has a cushion to review and revise what was sent to the printer.

On the other hand, I once caught a copy/paste typo in an online story in USAToday where a quote was hopelessly garbled.

When I got my hands on a printed version, the quote had been corrected.

The goofy thing is that the online version was never corrected.

But I digress.

Defining moments?

Who defines defining moments.

Is not the definition of a defining moment dependent on the moment it defines and it is of that moment?

Take for example the phrase, “Trial of the Century”.

For the 20th Century, without benefit of Google, I can come up with:

Wikipedia lists:

The defining moment for today is the vote in the US House of Representatives on Impeachment Procedures.

When all is said and done, I am hoping more that rather than a defining moment, this turns out to be a speed bump in history.

Not a moment that defined us but a footnote to history.

Like the Harding administration.

When I was in college and after I graduated, I worked in chain bookstore named WaldenBooks.

It was a bookstore.

But it was a mall, retail bookstore.

I loved the bookstore part but the retail store was a huge stone in my shoe.

Still I worked there for almost 12 years.

I would tell people that when the time came for someone to write my biography (at the time I knew that someday, someone would write my biography) there would be the sentence, “In 1979, Hoffman went to work for Waldenbooks. Then in 1991 …”

I want to move on so bad from this current state of affairs.

noise in the background
is it the television
why not turn it off?

no sincerity
hypocrisy in buckets
Great Pumpkin, cropped

For me, a part of Fall and Halloween is watching It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown.

I enjoyed it as a kid.

I reveled in as a college student, making a point to watch it with my room mate, Doug Bruder. (We would call each other later in life with reminders when it was on.)

I introduced it to my children.

And my grand children.

I knew it was on this week but was surprised when I turned on the TV last night to see it on.

I yelled for my Grand Daughter, Azaria, to join me.

My daughter, Lauren, says, ‘Oh its Dad’s show.”

And my dear wife came in and sat with me just to be nice.

Azaria had her phone in her hand and was less than eager to look away from the device to watch this 60 year old animation play out as her grand father mouthed the lines.

I was pleased to notice this year that when trick-or-treating, Charlie Brown got rocks several times.

In the past, to make room for commercials, the Bach Fugue of ‘ALL I GOT WAS A ROCK’ had been cut to a single repetition.

I gloried in Linus’ speech of, “Each year, the Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch that he thinks is the most sincere. He’s gotta pick this one. He’s got to. I don’t see how a pumpkin patch can be more sincere than this one. You can look around and there’s not a sign of hypocrisy. Nothing but sincerity as far as the eye can see.”

Then on to the party and it happened.

Lucy bobs for apples and pulls Snoopy out of the tub and starts yelling blecch blecch.

Snoopy slithers away … and … CRAWLS INTO THE PUMPKIN PATCH?

What?

WHAT!

Wait a minute.

Snoopy climbs out of the tub and goes over to Schroeder at the piano.

Schroeder then plays out a melody of World War 1 ballads that stirs Snoopy’s heart or moves the dog to grief.

He doesn’t go out to the pumpkin patch until over come with tears, he leaves the piano and goes out the door.

Where was the toothy grin and Pack Up Your Troubles and SMILE SMILE SMILE.

Where was the embarrassment in the dogs face when it howls in emotion during Roses of Picardy?

All cut to create more time for commercials?

Might as well cut off Mona Lisa’s nose.

No sincerity here.

Oh the hypocrisy!

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, Good Grief!

no guarantee made
terrible or works of art
translate your vision

The quip goes, “I know art. I just don’t know what I like. That’s my problem.”

This gray Saturday morning, with Tropical Storm Nestor side swiping Georgia and turning my weekend to rain, I got to pondering over the coffee.

The Verse of the Day in my email from The Bible Gateway read, “Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart. ” ( Psalm 37:4 NIV )

Nearing 60 years of age, what are the desires of my heart?

On a grand scale, to survive this life and having accepted the gift of grace through Jesus Christ, look forward to eternity with God.

That out of the way, what else?

Happiness for me and my wife.

Security.

Freedom from want. (A note of this: Freedom from want was a part of FDR’s 4 freedoms:

Freedom of speech
Freedom of worship
Freedom from want
Freedom from fear

When these were presented to Josef Stalin, Stalin paused at number three and asked, does this mean ‘want’ or ‘desire’.

He was assured that it was ‘want’.)

Success and security for my children and grand children.

This pondering leads to how have I lived my life?

How will it translate.

My life wasn’t terrible.

Not sure it was a work of art.

It had beautiful moments.

Cringe worthy moments from childhood to yesterday abound.

I think about what I know of my Grand Father’s lives.

Not much really.

Makes the goal of emulating Ernie from yesterday’s post seem all too perfect.

To live a life and die with the note:

will be remembered
for his gentle, loving, and
generous nature.

That would be a work of art.