Good Morning Gentle Readers,
It took about three weeks for an entire decade to pass. Worse, now it's been eleven years since Jake struggled into this world doing a fair impersonation of a blue boy. I marveled as life giving oxygen turned him from blue to pink like a test strip.
Saw some snarky post somewhere in the blogosphere about how Deathly Hallows pushed 75 pages of chit chat into 200 pages and, boy howdy, does she need an editor (or what?), and, yawn, boooooring. I was thinking yeah, Babe, maybe J K Rowling should have hired YOU as her editor and banked another billion. But who knew?
My son Jake is gregarious and outgoing. Big smile and about as shy as a Mack Truck. He does have that stubborn streak going on, like the proverbial hard-headed Dutchman. Comes by it honestly enough though, the TWC's ARE Dutch. He's THE guy who's going to the guillotine screaming Down with the king.
On another note, TWC was grateful for the opportunity to share Cinco de Mayo in Los Cabos with Milton Friedman especially given that he passed away less than a year later.
I've said this before and I'll likely say it again; of Milton Friedman's extensive body of work, his 1980 book, Free to Choose, is perhaps the most important. Not because it dazzles the annointed, but because in simple, everyday language, it quickly conceptualizes (in layman's terms) what it means to be free.
Every day Americans deal with a plethora of governing agencies, which many of us take for granted. Most of us have also heard the phrase well, that is the price of freedom. This, of course, is a grievous lie. It isn't the price of freedom at all. It is the price that free individuals pay so that others may control their lives. In that context comes the success of Uncle Miltie's book. He relates the case for freedom by examining and contrasting the various roles of institutions and agencies in American society and their effect on our individual choices and the paths our lives take on a daily basis.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SON, May you always be free to choose and may you always choose wisely. Pretty sure I couldn't have done better even if given a couple of
hours weeks at Kid's Are Us.
circa 1998 at Topock Gorge on the Colorado River in Arizona
A few other photos of Jake can be found here.