Monday, February 21, 2011

Hooray for Chester Arthur

We the people of the most politically-correct nation in the world shall take a moment today to observe President's Day. When I was a child we marked separately the birthdays of George Washington - sometimes referred to as the Father of our Country (although if you are a Jets fan you might think that moniker applies more appropriately to this fella) and Abraham Lincoln - whose name you might recognize as the man who freed the slaves and preserved the Union. Poor George. This year his birthday almost coincided with President's Day. Missed it by only one day.

In countless places all over these United States today -as well as whatever other corners of the Earth they have migrated to - the descendants of lesser well-remembered Presidential lights from Harrison (either one) to Polk, from Hoover to Buchanan can wrap themselves in the delusion that today is about their ancestor too. Considering the alternative would be a move afoot to give each one of these dolts his own day, let us just enjoy this PC monstrosity. It creates a long weekend for a lot of people.

I am a slave to time. I suppose to a certain extent all of us are. Regimentation is part of my day-to-day. A lot of it is necessary. A lot of it is not necessarily fun. Among the fun time constants in my life is Sunday night macaroni. For as long as we have been married - and probably longer than that in fact - Sunday night dinner in our house 50 Sundays out of the year has consisted of macaroni with meatballs and sausage. I never would have imagined that a staple of a good Irish boy's life would be macaroni. Funny how life works out I suppose.

The best part about Sunday for me for years has been the fact that it puts all of us in the same place at the same time to eat together. It is the only night of the week that ever happens. And while it sounds like a cliche, it really is an indispensable part of our day-to-day. It serves as more than just a meal. It binds us together. It is multi-generational glue. And it fuels us for the week ahead.

Time well spent. Every Sunday evening at 5:00.

-AK

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