AS A CHILD, I didn't like to ride on my father's shoulders. I can remember the sensation quite vividly, even today, some 75 years later. However, there's something fascinating about seeing people in high places. Almost always, they are men and back during the last Presidential campaign, I did a piece for the web log, entitling it "MEN IN HIGH PLACES" with several pictures.
Well........that's when the doo-doo hit the fan and a longtime customer/friend rose up on her hind legs and commented that she was no longer going to read our blog because I had sullied it by becoming so political.
That put what I call an Edith Bunker look on my face, as I tried to grasp her point.
So of course I dropped her from the list of people to be notified. I knew her political affiliation but certainly thought she could handle hearing my personal views. It's true that nearly all of our close friends feel differently about politics than we do and it's a subject we avoid like the plague. I'm not the least bit good about defending my views and can no more debate than I can fly to the moon (that's getting to be an outdated statement, isn't it?)
As a driver, I can rarely snap such pictures these days and Mr. Bob's photographer's eye is different from my own, so it's a rare thing to add to my collection. A friend of my daughter's offered to drive me around just so I could put my camera to good use out in the world. Thank you, Laurie......such a generous idea. I may yet take you up on it.