Sometimes life gives us a second chance. In September of this year, before I had a blog, I saw something ridiculous and had nowhere to express my amazement. Now, four months later, I have been given the unique opportunity to address the same absurd spectacle.
In September, during the landfall of Hurricane Frances, I asked my friends and family, "What the hell is Dan Rather doing in Florida? The man is 73 years old. Give it a rest already."
Tonight I ask a similar question. "What the hell is Dan Rather doing in Indonesia? The man is 73 years old. This can't be a good idea."
My dad is almost 73 and he's freaking out because he hasn't gotten his flu shot. Meanwhile, old Dan is over in malaria and typhoid country still looking for the big story. Granted, we have a hard time keeping dad off the roof when it's time to put up the Christmas decorations, but that's about the limit of his daredevil activities these days.
Sure, when one of dad's more prominently visible teeth broke recently and he couldn't get to a dentist right away, he reattached the broken portion with Super Glue, but you don't see him running around in hurricane force winds at this age.
Yeah, dad drove to the dumpster a few blocks away at 1:00 a.m. New Years Eve night, right when all the drunks are out, in a truck with a standard transmission and his right leg in a huge leg brace (don't ask) just to dump out the leftover gumbo.
Forget it. Men are crazy. Period. End of story.