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close the windows I found out that my buddy Nicole did in fact have a bad day yesterday and her mood hadn't improved that much today. Once I knew what was happening, I left her alone. I know that I have days when I don't want to talk with anyone so I tried to do what I would want someone to do for me in that situation. ... Before I left for work last night I caught part of the Miss America pageant and something occurred to me. Of all the women that I've known over the years not one of them has ever been in a beauty pageant or maybe they have and never admitted it. Ann said that her mom had entered her into pageants when she was a child, but she never did that kind of thing as an adult. I've known women that have done modeling of some kind, but never the swimsuit and high heels thing seen in a beauty pageant. I'm not sure why any of this is important, but it was something that came to my mind as I sat there watching these women compete for a crown that had nothing to do with royalty. ... While I was gazing at a small group of women from various states compete against one another, my parents were watching and listening to an Englishman. Besides the difference in sex, the person that they were watching was a little more important than the women on the television. Yes, they had gone to see Sir Paul himself in concert. Today I got the full rundown on what they saw, heard and generally thought about said event. Without a doubt they had a good time. Their excitement alone was enough to get that point across to me. Not only did they enjoy themselves, but both of them were amazed at the show that McCartney put on for someone his age. Sixty year old people can be healthy, but I doubt that many of them lead the same life that Paul does. The only reason that I mention age is because my parents were the ones that brought it to my attention. My dad said that he counted dozens of wheelchairs, walkers and canes in the audience. This clearly was not the typical rock concert crowd. |