It was just the other day and I was at an old Friendís house. To clarify both the friends and the house are old and may they all continue to age and prosper. I had been invited by Frank and Ida ( which is not their names, but suits them better in my mind) because I hadnít seen them since before the holidays. Whereas this isnít a particularly pressing reason for me, it is for Ida, and besides they had a nice bottle of wine which they wanted to share with me over dinner. I am somewhat known for my tasting of wine and with the added bonus of Idaís cooking thought it a worthwhile venture away from my urban cave. So setting the cat to stun ( being a weeknight I didnít feel they needed the full kill mode) drove to the shores of the Chesapeake Bay. Their house is a rather large house on a medium sized lot, but not on the water. Frank was out front raking leaves out of the bushes, but took the excuse of my arrival to stop and welcome me. After shaking hands we went inside where I was mauled by Idaís hug and sniffed by the dog. Two daughters shouted a stereo hello from the kitchen and I was told I had to stay out of the kitchen and she wasnít going to have me fixing her cooking. Frank went back outside to put away his rake, laughing and muttering too soft to hear. In a timely fashion one of the daughters brought me a glass of very nice wine. A very pleasant blend of Chardonnay and Riesling that had a oaky sweetness and a nibble instead of a bite. Having gone out the front Frank returned through the back and was able to get himself a drink before rejoining me. Frank didnít drink wine but instead got himself a good shot of some golden liquid over ice.
During dinner, fish and rice, one of the three daughters that were there ( the forth all married and moved away) asked me about how I thought the country was going. Frank gave her a stern look, but Ida began to berate her for bringing up the topic of politics. This had always been a rule at the table when I was there because of my radical views. Frankís radical views and mine clashed with Idaís calm and reasoned views, so in fairness to everyone we reframed at the table from such discussions. The questioning daughter was presently attending a local establishment of higher learning, but to finish to enter the job market. I didnít think the question was actually political, more a general evaluation from a perspective she didnít usually have available. So as I pondered and Ida berated, Frank went into the kitchen for another cup of coffee, having switching beverages at dinner. So with a full cup of coffee and another refill of wine we retreated back to the living room to allow the females to bicker and clean. We only got bits and pieces of it drifting from the kitchen loud enough to hear, but it seemed that Ida was going to have her way even though all of them agreed that the question was not the problem. So as the table was reset for cobbler, the living room began to fill up with daughters. The fact was further punctuated by the arrival of the eldest daughter just stopping by to say hello. Conversation over the blueberry and cherry cobbler was mostly about her married life and the trials and tribulations that can be attributed to that institution. Which with the recent changed in laws has modified the accepted definition. Now this was about to propel us into another politically charged area so Frank and I went back to the living room once more.
Luckily I never did have to talk about those subjects of where the country is going and how the old beliefs are changing. I believe everyone enjoyed the evening, I know I did, but should those topics be discussed? I doubt that the media will and you know our rulers donít want to upset their digestion.