Friday, September 7, 2012
After a fortnight of political conventions I'll just say this: the democratic mob looked like a jollier one to be part of. The Republicans looked crabby. I grew up in a house where my mother was famous for inviting our friends to stay for supper without really considering whether there was enough food. When we'd raise our eyebrows knowing that we had 5 pork chops for 8 people she'd say, " If all your friends are interested in is the food, they can go home and eat. Dinner is about more than food." I don't know about you, but I'd rather be at the party than home alone with the door locked eating my own pork chop.