Alright, I decided to write what I originally had in mind. Here I am on December 2nd and today is the birthday of my dear friend Diana in NY and to movie buffs, in the movie Casablanca, it started on December 2, 1941. I only noticed that detail when I saw the movie up close and many of my old questions were answered, such as no mention of Pearl Harbor since in the middle of the movie Rick said it was December 1941. Anyway, I have been thinking about how Richard III started with this quote. We are a country at a crossroads again, and with the election over, we will see in which direction America will go.
Do I believe this election was rigged? Absolutely. The fact that ballots keep appearing out of thin air and that Biden got so more votes than Obama and Clinton make me believe the adage on Mayor Daley, “vote early, vote often”.
Now am I going to cry, scream, gnash teeth for four years? No, with the media ignoring this travesty and the courts complacency, time to move on and wait until next time. Funny, a friend of mine with kids so far to the left and giving her grief for not agreeing, my feelings are, I won’t debate children regarding politics. Kids in the 20’s have no clue how screwed their futures are. I will be long gone and they have to live in a world once portrayed in science fiction movies of the future. Remember Soylent Green takes place only a little more than a year from now.
Being down south I watch news reports of New York dying and as well as other major northern and far western cities and it make me very melancholy. Prior to all this Covid shit and the destructive policies of Deblasio, New York was the center of culture, entertainment, and all things cosmopolitan. I felt safe in Manhattan, both on the streets and in the subways. Of course I took precautions and avoided potential dangers as much as possible. My friends told me horror stories during the first lockdown and we are seeing the demise of theater, many amazing restaurants, and other cultural pursuits and the city is barely on life support. Hilton Head and Savannah, thank God, have survived. I must mentioned that Savannah has resisted draconian practices and you know what? Their streets are not littered with dead bodies. Life goes on here in the Low Country with the bulk of the tourist gone. It is amazing how much people drink and smoke down here. You cant do into a gas station store without seeing a constant stream of people buying 12packs and multiple packs of smokes. At the middle school, I don’t know of any smokers unlike in Assumption and Moore, the cloud of smoke would escape the teachers’ lounge whenever the door was opened. I guess with the weather being milder in general, a lot of restaurants and bars have outdoor seating year round with heaters and the like thus making it more obvious.
No one will deny 2020 sucked the big one and no one will lament on its passing in four weeks. Watts is up in Virginia, Bubbles in Jersey, but is here now for a visit, and a lot of people wrapped up in their own lives, I don’t see many people and tend to stay home more. With the kids every other week and subbing every day, I look forward to early bedtime, even if alone. Life just goes on and on. Been dreaming of people from long ago, both dead and alive and have been talking with my cousin Judy in Jersey who I want to go see next Thanksgiving if I can. I have not met my cousin Joe and I have so many stories to tell him about the family. I want to keeps these posts short so I can write more. I miss my old fireplace and have to resort to a You Tube video. Well so long for now.
John Scarso
December 2, 2020
Hilton Head SC
Yankee in Dixie 