A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about an overheard conversation at a cafe. A father and daughter were at odds over Dad's desire to enlist the support of an influential friend in the application process for a competitive college that the daughter hopes to attend.
Last week, Dinah (Shrink Rap) also posted an interesting overheard conversation--a first date at a restaurant.
I enjoy reading posts of this sort--little snippets of real life overheard--as long as the posts aren't condescending or denigrating. When I overhear people in difficult moments, I am not inclined to feel any sense of superiority or exemption from their struggles. We all have challenging moments, days, years...
Limbaugh told his audience yesterday that Hillary was sent to Africa to keep her away from anything important. When Secretary of State Rice visited Africa in July 2005, did Limbaugh tell his listeners it was to keep Condi away from anything important?
But Limbaugh's comment is only incidental to my Africa thoughts today. I was surprised that we caught a glimpse of Hillary's withering temper during that Q&A in the Congo. She generally keeps that under wraps when the cameras are rolling.
I'm in contact with an old grade school friend who is a foreign service officer with the State Department. He was stationed in the Congo before he landed a soft assignment in Haiti. I'd love to ask for his thoughts about his boss's fit of temper, but it does not seem like the kind of thing I should ask and I'm not sure he'd tell me what he really thinks anyway.
Roads Taken and Not Taken
I'm always curious about the roads old friends have taken. At our grade school alumni site, there was an interesting exchange between two women--I'll call them Barbara and Laurie. Laurie says that it's so cool that both she and Barbara went into show business.
Barbara owns a comedy club. I'm not surprised by that. She was a very cute girl, very funny with a sharp tongue that could lacerate her enemies. Laurie became a stripper. I'm not surprised by that either. She was a very cute girl and had... never mind.
Laurie's family lived next door to my best friend Tommy. Laurie's mother was stunning and exhibitionistic. She was fond of sunbathing in the yard or even on the front lawn. She wore very small, (really micro) bikinis, which roiled all the mothers in the neighborhood. Tommy and I used to climb up on his garage roof for a better view. Hold on folks, before you judge me--we were 10 at the time.
One day Tommy's mother figured out what was going on. The confrontation that followed wasn't pretty, but I think she was even angrier at Laurie's mother than she was at us, judging from what she said when she reported it all to my mother over the telephone. My mother made a sarcastic remark to me when I got home--one that made me feel like I was a total creep. But she didn't say anything more. She was not good with conversations that had anything to do with sex. Besides, I think she was angrier with Laurie's mother than she was angry with me.
Anyway, Laurie went into show business and my voyeurism has since taken a more sublime road.