Comfort Food

Scottish meat pie. Something we ate in my childhood in Royal Oak, Michigan. It is pleasantly bland as you eat it but afterward there is a distinctly peppery taste that lingers in your mouth.

Family

My youngest child, Julia, with my youngest sister, Carole, in a get-together in the D.C. area today!

Way Back: 1970s

Interviewed today by a documentary crew for my memories of the early '70s, focusing on the lawyer and my friend, Michel Kennedy and his wife, Eleanor.

They set up in the KQED newsroom. It lasted a couple of hours and brought up many memories indeed.

When it come to memory, I am often frustrated in not being able to correctly find a name or a place from long ago.

They said I did fine today.

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2nd Time :(

Last night I could barely sleep -- too much tooth pain. Today I found out why -- a cracked tooth.

So after walking to work, I took three cab rides -- first to my dentist, where he diagnosed the issue; then to the oral surgeon, where he extracted tooth #14; then back home.

Pain, swelling, bleeding, lots of pills: These things are not fun. But along the way, I reconnected with my dentist, after a long gap, and I met a new office full of people who help people; plus three taxi drivers.

Those are good things.

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A New Day

Yesterday's hearings were amazing. Today's news? More amazing. One (retiring) GOP Senator stood up and demanded an FBI investigation of the allegations against Kavanaugh; and it is going to happen.

I think there is a good chance his nomination is finished.

Today...

...is obviously potentially one of the most consequential days in modern American political history, right up there with Watergate and the Hill-Thomas hearings...

Things That Give Me Hope

Yesterday I gave modest contributions to a "walk-a-thon" competition that my two youngest grandsons, Leif and Oliver, will be competing in. They both led their grades in laps last year; Oliver in spite of injuring his ankle and limping to the finish line.

That brings me to consider the nature of true competition, as opposed to the false competition capitalism imposes on us, and which victimizes us as we age and become vulnerable. True competition is the drive to compete against ourselves -- to be the best we can be instead of something less.

The vision of little Oliver competing against himself last year inspires me. This is a little boy with a beautiful smile, an inner joy that his mother, Sarah Daisy, cultivates.

I am having a tough time at work, but I am determined to follow my youngest grandson's example and soldier on. I have always been extremely competitive -- not against others but against my weaker self.

I know I can still do better, be better, accomplish more. And I owe that to my family and society.

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