“Never give in, never give in, never; never; never; never – in nothing, great or small, large or petty – never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense.” – Winston Churchill (h/t Mr. Rooker)
I’ll be visiting my friend Dan at The Heights after work. Come on by. You’ll love him.
This is amazing. It made me cry. And I suspect I will be returning to it again and again when I need to be reminded that the best way to overcome the bullsh*t the world hands you is simply to overcome it. I like the part about extending the generosity we give to the people we love the most to ourselves.
Easter Sunday was a blast. Best quote from the day came from Strok as we watched UGA grad Bubba Watson bring the pain in Augusta. “Man, I was way too drunk to be wearing a hat.” Love that kid.
For some reason, late last night, I had the incredible urge to re-read A Wrinkle in Time, my favorite book as a misfit 9-year-old. So, I pulled it off the shelf and then remembered a Netflix free version so I decided to watch it instead. It appeared to be some made for TV thing but it did justice to the story that — and most people miss this about this great book — is a perfect Easter story. Read it if you don’t believe me. I really related to Charles Wallace and have this dream of having a piece of artwork hanging in my house called “Tesseract.”
This all comes because I’ve decided to re-read these. I read them years ago but have forgotten them for the most part. There’s a lot going on that has inspired me to read them again. Because I want only good.
The Nerd American and I had a sandwich from the corner deli called “The Washingtonian” featuring horseradish. It was pretty incredible. I like a good sandwich. And then, coincidentally, I came across both this and this today. I think something’s trying to tell me to experiment with sandwiches. And Spring is the time to do it, what with all the fresh vegetables and farmer’s markets and what not.
Also, here are all the babies. All but one are blood relations — Walter, the handsome young blonde chap on the top step, is the son of one of my greatest and oldest friends and is the blood nephew of my younger brother’s wife. I know it gets confusing. He’s blood related to me for all intents and purposes since I’ve known his mom since I was 5. Anyway, I miss them.