Of friends and family

We had Easter dinner at Mike and Lynn's, a grand gathering and a great feast. Adam and Lily joined us. (Jennie had to work on her recertification exam.) We had lamb and ham and potatoes and salad and summer squash casserole and on and on. I lucked out (in many ways). While the last-minute preparations were underway, I got to hold Miss Cassie.

Late in the afternoon, we brought leftovers to my father. His friend, Ted, had come over for sauna. Ted's an interesting guy, a member of the ski troops in WWII, a working artist in Finland for nearly 20 years, a teacher of art at a local community college for another 20 or so, a Ph. D. in linguists or anthropology or somesuch, with a thesis on commonalities of Nordic languages, including the Inuit and Sami. Ted comes for sauna every three or four weeks and usually brings a load of firewood in payment.

After our brief visit, we went to the camp. Half up the hill on the camp road, we let Marley out of the car so that he can run. A short way up the road, we met a neighbor who was letting his new golden retriever, Max, run alongside the ATV. Sometimes Marley isn't the best behaved around other dogs, particularly males, but meeting was jolly. They charged around the woods and had a grand time. We went to the camp with our neighbor and the dogs continued with their play date.
As you might suspect, I read a lot of stuff from a lot of web sources. RSS makes it too easy to keep track of 100s of web sites. Most of the material I find is useful in one way or another. A lot of the news, however, focuses on the strange doings of celebrities. It's interesting for a while, but gets stale and then dreary.

Friend Tom cites Bill Russell when saying that the only thing that a performer owes his fans is the performance. It's a way of saying, "My life off-court is mine." It applies to performers in other fields as well. A few years ago, I listened to a reading of Hemingway's The Old Man and The Sea, read by Charlton "If they want my gun, they'll have to rip it out of my cold, dead fingers." Heston. His reading was brilliant, absolutely brilliant.

This comes up because there's a lot in the news these days about the off-screen, off-stage, or off-field behavior of many performers and celebrities. Take Tom Cruise. Please. Norman Mailer has been a mind-numbing loony and yet will write some of the best prose of his time. Shirley MacLaine, Robert Downey, Jr., Dennis Rodman, Ted Williams, Curt Schilling (Republican), Barbra Streisand - all are or have been loopy until the lights come on. Oh, and then, of course, is the King, Elvis, whose off-stage wackiness killed him, even as he brought his career around with one of the most stunning comebacks ever.

And so, it would be nice to step back from our celebrity obsession for a while so that we can focus on the serious problems of the world, such as two young women from Orkney who are afraid of ketchup.