I came across today’s quote and thought about Newton’s cradle.
Do you remember that device that might have been on the principal’s desk? Maybe in your therapist's office? My Oldman had one on a bookshelf. Five metal balls hanging from a rocker. One swings out, then returns to center, passing its force along until the ball on the other end clicks to the other side. The three in the middle stay steady, holding the balance.
I’m kind of like Newton’s cradle, but I prefer to use Jumbo’s Cafeteria as my example. Fitting, since I am both a Cafeteria Catholic and a Cafeteria Republican. My religion and politics are like a buffet line where I get to pick and choose my beliefs. Beliefs that would probably get me excommunicated by Rome and wandering aimlessly in D.C.
I am not going to chalk about what I support or don’t support. I will just let my balls click and clack from side to side and spread Jumbo Love wherever I go.
Someday I will have to answer to Pappa God for the stupid shit I’ve done, but until then, I will try my damndest to push a little positive momentum down both sides of the street.
Today is the last seven o’clock sunset until Saint Patrick’s Day. I know it is kind of a dick move, but the Grabber section gives you a heads-up that is not immensely popular. The dreaded end of Daylight Savings Time.
Days get long, days get short. It all balances out in the middle. Just like that Newton’s cradle on Father Kelly’s desk.
