There's evidence everywhere that people are trying to move on from the depressing news of the last couple of days. I guess we can't spend every waking moment obsessed with the devastating heart breaking events that occurred in Newtown, Connecticut. One argument to that statement might be my Blog and Facebook page.
So, here is my attempt at normalcy. Baby steps.
The normal tranquil waters here in Aransas Pass are in a lather because of some strange weather front that is moving through Texas. It's putting a damper on my attempts to catch my favorite subjects in action.
They were out there today, I could see them but they were hiding behind the wave chop.
I kept waiting, hoping for some Cirque Du Soleil type activity they often perform.
I guess they were not in a playful mood today.
But then this guy came cruising by, which always makes my day.
5 more children were buried today.
I realized last night that I have failed as a father. If Larry Pratt, the voice of Gun Owners of America, is correct in suggesting that to lower the death by guns rate in this country, our teachers should be armed and ready to defend themselves, then 2 of my daughters who are teachers, are behind the 8 ball already and I am to blame.
When they were little I played dolls with them, but failed to familiarize them with the firing capability of a AK-47.
I taught them how to throw a baseball and dribble a basketball, but I failed to teach them how to change a 30 round clip in a Sig Sauer.
When I was teaching them how to shake hands, nice and firm, I should have been training them in close quarters combat.
They know how to check the oil in their car ( but I'm pretty sure they don't do it frequently enough) but are at a total loss when it comes to knowing they should flip their desk over on it's side before aiming their Bushmaster 223 at their assailant before emptying their clip into them.
Yeah, I failed as a Father.