Kate Clinton

Everyone Talks About the Weather

Filed By Kate Clinton | November 17, 2010 1:30 PM | comments

Filed in: Living, Marriage Equality
Tags: missing persons, obituary

The mid-term auction kicked my ass. The gushers of money, the belly-up Dems, the betadyned Reps, the gloating media, my bummin' friends. At first I tried to be cheery but the jowly seditious Mitch McConnell, weather-vane.pngSarah Palin's Alaska, Michele Bachman's pretzel logs of thought, the face of W on his book tour and the fact that people are buying it, kicked me to the curb.

Then this morning I read that NY's jolly old rabid anti-choice, anti-gay marriage Bishop Dolan got picked to head the US Conference of Bishops.

My inner Pollyanna was having a hard time.

Then I remembered that my Dad would have been 99 years old today.

My Dad lived through the Depression and World War II. Because of bad eyesight and extended family obligations, he received a military deferment. His friends all served and he took care of the young wives and families they left behind.

He lived through the revelation of the Holocaust, McCarthyism, the 1960s, Nixon, Watergate, Reagan. He worried about the Reagan deficits and never trusted the Clinton surplus. His senile dementia prevented him from understanding the Bush stolen election or 9/11 and he died before our reckless entry into two wars.

He was a humble Golden Rule, just-do-it kind of guy who would have been embarrassed by all the Greatest Generation talk. He died seven years ago. I still reach for the phone to call him, though toward the end of his life we mostly talked about the weather.

I miss him. There's a front coming and I need to talk.


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Are you a recovering Catholic?

Regardless of religious heritage, by far the most important factoid in your post, was your father's birthday.

Forget the mobs rushing to see Sarah's Alaska. And the W book tour. Only in America, huh?

Rejoice in the kind and fun memories of your father.

The crap will all be there tomorrow. Don't soil his memory by dwelling on the crap today.

And your post reminded me once again, as so many of my cohorts do, that I should never complain about my parents and the little things they do that drive me nuts.

Cause I've still got 'em. Yeah, the weather...it dominates our discussions, too. And the health issues. It's all kinda hum-drum until they start talking about their beautiful great-grandson. And their blossoming grandchildren, who are adults themselves now.

And then my folks light up.

Cheers, Kate. It's cold in Indiana. If I didn't know it already, Mom told me on the phone this morning. Twice.

A very beautiful post, Kate. Happy birthday to your father - may he rest in peace.