Hobson's Choice
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Laud
Lots of coverage in the paper today about a 97 year old community icon who has passed, Jim the owner of the local Spaghetti place. The articles made me wish we had moved here sooner and could have met him; he sounded like a beacon of integration and friendliness, a father to his young and old staff, and a purveyor of chocolate cake.
My grandfather was an icon, well-respected in his community, big landowner, moderniser of farming. And a mean, mean man behind the scenes. Whenever I read articles about community leaders, I always wonder if that's the whole story or if they were really a nasty piece of work.
Maybe that's sad, a loss of trust and innocence. But I don't think so. I'm thirty-two years old; naivety over the age of 25 is a small, but significant sin, one I'm constantly fighting. So long as I can hold on to the idea that Jim the Spaghetti Guy probably was as good as the article said, if certainly more complex, then all is well.
8:35 a.m. - 2005-06-11
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