Requiem for sunny days

Today is the first day of fall. Right on cue, a warm and brilliant weekend, the essence of summer compressed into two days, gave way to a misty morning with a touch of coolness to it.

Summer is the quickest season. No sooner does it start than it seems half over, then soon enough it really is over.

Winter is the longest season. It drags on and on and then March and April come sulkily to prolong the agony.

Autumn may be the most beautiful season but to me it is the undertaker of summer, attending to its duties with a gloomy air. It buries us in leaves before winter comes to bury us in sleet and snow.

Meanwhile ...

I see that the Republicans have successfully held out for a more formal, less free-wheeling vice presidential debate that will favor the chances of Sarah Palin not making so much of a fool of herself. Apparently she can face down a charging moose but she can't be trusted to shoot down an impromptu question or two.

I wonder if those who think she is so qualified for high office wonder why she can't be trusted to face any questioner not inclined to play softball with her? Does it occur to them why she is not a guest on the Sunday morning public affairs shows?

Well, of course not. Answering hostile questions all by yourself is what elitists do.

Don't know which is worse. Sarah Palin regurgitating her well-coached talking points all the way to the White House or the coming of winter. Either way, we get snowed.

 

Posted Sep 22 2008, 04:31 PM by Reg Henry
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Steve Burns wrote re: Requiem for sunny days
on Tue, Oct 14 2008 9:35 PM

Dear Mr. Henry,        

                   You inspired me to write a little parody, starring our favorite hockey mom.  It is meant to be good fun, nothing more.  I hope you like it.        

                   Your brother in hops,        

                                             Steve Burns        

                                      The Ballad of Sarah Palin          

                     (sung to the tune of, "Yesterday," by the Beatles)            

               (V. 1):  Yesterday all my problems were so far away,  

                          Now I have to deal with Tina Fey,  

                          Oh, take me back to yesterday!  

                          Just a wink and the critics all begin to think,  

                          I'm just a numbskull from a hockey rink,  

                          Yah, shurr, my spirit starts to sink.  

            (refrain):  Why I had to run, I don't know, I can't explain,  

                          But now these headaches have begun, all for helping John McCain!  

               (v. 2):  Shoot a moose and they'll treat you like a silly goose,  

                          Put your pretty head inside a noose,  

                          I could complain but what's the use?    

                          Biden said that McCain was just a knucklehead,  

                          Pit bulls with lipstick never get ahead,  

                          It's a bridge to nowhere they're on instead!  

            (refrain):  These things from the start were enough to make a maverick sick,  

                          But the ones who really broke my heart were Gibson and Couric!  

              (v. 3):   Come on up to Alaska and we'll fill your cup,  

                          With our finest brew;  you'll like it, yup,  

                          We'll be glad we met ya,' yah, shurr, you betcha!