This was a quote that my dad used often. It is credited to one of his boyhood idols, Sir Winston Churchill.
He often told me that we don’t have time in life to be sad. Lower your shoulders, bow your neck and rumble through any detour life puts in your way.
He also quipped that the Shepley butt won’t allow you to hurdle your problems, so stampede instead.
In the next hour after I finish today’s Morning Chalkboard, I will complete a half dozen “Hail Mary’s,” several “Our Father’s” and a “Glory Be.”
I will also bang out several “God Dangit’s,” many “MFers” and a couple “jagoffs.”
I pray a shit ton and swear about the same amount. I worked on a trading floor for five decades. Lots of praying and swearing in those open outcry markets.
In fact the other day, a guy cut me off on 31st street while I was smack dab in the middle of a “Hail Mary”….
… “Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us ‘you gotta be shitting me with this jagoff; use your fucking directional’ sinners now and at the hour of our death, amen.”
I wonder if the Virgin Mary winced when she heard that prayer? At least I didn’t skip the beat.
Anyway…. pray, swear, maul through and stand up and fight. Life is too short to be melancholy.
Here we are in the middle of November and the moon is full.
…And on the subject of the full moon. I will show my sophomoric tendencies and point out that the November Full Moon is called the Beaver Moon, my favorite. It’s called the Beaver Moon because the cute little beavs are building their dams before winter sets in. I love those cute little beavers.
Not only is the Blessed Mother of God wincing right now, but I’m sure my mother-in-law is shrugging her shoulders.
Speaking of my mother-in-law and then we need to end this Chalkboard. She buried her husband’s ashes on Monday. My father-in-law is two stones down from Stan Mikita.
How awesome is that?
I find it astonishing
