Supreme Court -2012
interpret it more broadly and feel that it applies to all citizens and not just those subject to call up in a militia. Hence, many Americans are able to legally possess and carry weapons. And they do.
Bushmaster rifle, similar to one used in Newtown shooting.
Scene from "Call of Duty" video game and the indestructible Wile E. Coyote
It is a giant step from a safe falling from the sky in a cartoon and momentarily crushing Wile E. Coyote to the carnage experienced daily in the video games which are part of the environment in which children grow up today. That too, along with mental health and gun controls all must be addressed in dealing with this problem.
The solution is like a three legged stool: Its three legs: gun control, mental health programs and regulation of violence in the media all must be sturdy.
Tea Party Rally
- Awed wonderment at how two teenagers hugging and kissing in my 1937 Buick could suddenly find themselves 60-years later as matriarch-patriarch of a clan of 18-beings
- At various moments “becoming” my own maternal grandfather…the tall man in the black, double-breasted suit, and black homburg…with the long, white scraggly beard
- Giggling in frustrated discomfort as we snuck three, adult Vermont grandchildren into our small hotel room with the clandestine assistance of under-the-table transactions with hotel staff…replicating similar sleepovers when they were youngsters camping out in bubbie/zadee’s bedroom
- Overwhelmed by speeches made by my son and his son re their upbringing at the afternoon Kiddush (Kiddush refers to refreshments served either at home or at the synagogue following prayer services on Shabbat) at Jared’s synagogue
- Inspired by Jared’s inner strength that enabled him to relocate to Crown Heights and in only a few years become so happily immersed in the Chabad community with the help of the men (and women) who became his friends and mentors
- Humbled by the blessings being bestowed on me by the members of Jared’s synagogue for being the author of such menschen (people of integrity)
- Being greeted and endlessly blessed by strangers as I stood on a dark street in Crown Heights waiting for my son to get the car because my knees and back had finally surrendered to the pain of walking many blocks of hilly terrain
- Tearfully marching arm-in-arm with my son, and Jared, and his father-in-law to lead Jared to veil his bride, then into the Rebbe’s study for blessings (the rebbe, Menachem Mendel Schneerson, was the last Hasidic leader of the Chabad-Lubavitch movement), and finally to the chuppah (a canopy under which a Jewish couple stand during their wedding ceremony. It consists of a cloth or sheet, sometimes a tallis (prayer shawl), stretched or supported over four poles. A traditional chuppah, especially within Orthodox Judaism, is outdoors.)
- Leaning toward the seated, heavily veiled bride, Eve, to whisper a grandfather’s blessing with tears in my eyes at this awesome occasion…taking care to honor the Chabbad custom of no physical contact
- Clasping Jared’s head between my hands to give him a tearful Zaydee’s blessing
- Standing in front of Jared and his veiled bride, as I tearfully clutched the brimful glass of wine while reciting the first blessing under the chuppah
- Observing and interacting in the spontaneous, fervent, athletic outbursts of joyful prayer, table-pounding, song, and dance by the men of the Chabad community
- Watching my three sons and six grandsons plunge into the male-only dancing with wild abandon whilst my wife, three daughters-in-law, and three granddaughters joined the women to do their own dancing on the other side of the divided banquet hall…as I stumbled along with the men as best as my ailing knees/back/hips allowed
- Vegging out with my son and his youngest daughter, Brooke, for three hours to watch “Homeland” on Showtime
- Heart-to-heart discussions with Brooke who is in a Master’s Program in Psychology
- Munching fried clams at Kelly’s, a famous clam stand in Revere, MA with my son and Pam, my oldest granddaughter…remembering previous gourmet indulging
- Private, personal discourse with the bride in my son’s den as we got to know each other
- Sharing my granddaughter, Pam’s joy re her just-purchased condo with a look-see, a shopping excursion for flooring and furniture, plus her request for my engineering expertise re the room layout
- Marveling at Jared’s mother, Phyllis’s efforts to make her house kosher enough for Jared’s zero-tolerance Chabad criteria…while in the midst of preparing for Thanksgiving and the shower
- Gazing in wonderment at my/our clan of eighteen gathered ‘round the Thanksgiving table as I gave my annual tearful blessing of gratitude
- Grateful beyond belief that all participants had made it to New York, to Swampscott and back to their homes in Vermont, Boston, and western Massachusetts without incident…especially since some grandchildren had driven themselves
- Surviving the living arrangements for two weeks in my son’s three-level house with eight adults and stairs everywhere…profoundly grateful to our daughter-in-law for tolerating us underfoot while she ultra koshered the kitchen, prepared the Thanksgiving feast for our clan, and then re-prepped the house for the bridal shower. Special thanks to our granddaughters who “bunked” together to allow us to bed down in Pam’s bedroom