Ranting and Raving and Confessing

The glass shattered easily. It was that type of neighborhood.

(This is my minimalist attempt at Bone’s 3 Word Wednesday writing exercise. This weeks words are: “easily, type, shattered. I took the photograph in the East Liberty section of Pittsburgh in 1986.)

Yesterday it was beautiful here. The mercury in the thermometer soared to 81 degrees, the sky was clear. But as evening approached, bands of thunderstorms made their way through, dropping the temperature and bringing large amounts of rain. Today, it’s a typical spring (or fall) day—gray and wet. But the maples are beginning to bud. Just since yesterday, the buds have turned red. Of course, for those in the maple syrup business, this means the end of their harvest, but for everyone else it means that the seasons are changing and it’s time to stock up on allergy supplies.

I feel I need to confess my role in North Carolina’s loss to Georgetown on Sunday night. I should have kept my mouth shut, but I was bragging about them to Kenju (who lives in NC, but whose husband once played for Georgetown). The basketball gods, knowing that there is nothing in need of more humbling than a bagging fan, decided to teach me a lesson. Carolina lost in overtime to the team Bill Clinton was rooting for (at the beginning of the NCAA tourney, he came out publicly for Georgetown). I found that even worst than Carolina’s loss was the fact that I was on the same side as most Republicans. They were cheering for Carolina only because they couldn’t support anyone or anything that Bill supported.

Hopefully tomorrow or Friday I’ll have Sage-type memory posted concerning one of my great-granddaddies.