Did you catch Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton at the big Democratic Convention finale on Thursday??
If so, shoot me a You-Tube link, and pat yourself on the back 'cause you're damn good.
Actually I did see them, way past the midnight hour on CNN or MSNBC. I'm sorry ( but no longer ashamed) to say I wasn't really listening; I thought it... strategic...to give my wife some full face time, after gorging my eyes and ears on the 6 hour Obama-fest.
Not that I wish them anything but every minute of life God spares them. But I couldn't help thinking about how my recent post, noting the passing of Rep. Stephanie Tubbs Jones, also applied to them. The Revs. Al and Jesse may not have a foot in the grave, but they definitely have one whole leg and a few additional toes in retirement.
It does not make me happy, much as it causes their haters joy. It doesn't make me sad, either. The word for what I feel, as I see them clawing for a little bit of reflected light, long after the confetti has fallen, is wistful:
Yeah, that's what I feel. But this, like so many feelings in this head spinning year, is fleeting. Too many others to process...