Back in Village Inn after three weeks of being out of rhythm I realize I recognize the regulars and feel a comfortable warmness at the atmosphere of the place in the mornings. By morning I mean 5 AM, because that is how early I need to get here in order to do this before my official work day starts. Of course, that changes in a month or so.
Summer is Coming…
Condolences to George RR Martin for the riff (finish your damn series, sir), but there is truth in the change of seasons. I’m looking forward to the sun (though not the accompanying heat) and the freedom to run and play and hang with the kids as long as I so chose.
Some Thoughts:
- I have a mental block against the proper spelling of ‘rhythm’. Thank you spell check. I continue to want to add the letter Y in places it does not belong. Must be a guy thing.
- Former Toronto mayor Rob Ford died of cancer recently. He was mourned, which is a major shift from the ridicule he received while in office due to his unfortunate drug and alcohol addiction. Nobody is laughing at him now and that has as much to do with the fact that he died as it does with how it happened. See, cancer is not considered a choice and drugs and alcohol are. I spent years as a rehab counselor and I can tell you addiction is not a choice either. Sure, we ridiculed him because he was a liar who made funny statements about his plight while simultaneously serving as a public figure, but throughout it all the underlying medical condition of addiction was ignored. Yes, I’m talking about the medicalization of deviance and I recognize that we have taken steps in seeing alcoholism as a real thing, but coke is no less addictive.