Occasionally I’ll bitch and moan when I forget something, drop something or when I have to miss a scheduled day at the gym. I’ll whine about something at work. Complain when I have to go somewhere I don’t want to go. Everyone complains selfishly at one time or another. So when I see an article like this, I feel like such a boor. I’ve been reading Donald Murray’s articles in the Globe now for a couple of years and they never fail to stir my emotions. His matter-of-fact style of writing and his reluctant acceptance of the unavoidable passage of time always make me grateful for what I have and what I’ve done. I’m also grateful that I’ve come to “know” Donald and Minnie Mae, not in person, but through his writing. This man’s articles always seem to fly under-the-radar, but I never pass over his articles.
Then there’s this immigration inspector, who, pre-September 11th, had the gumption to stand up and say something about a certain Saudi airline traveler, despite whatever the flak the U.S. or immigration would be subject to. Did he save Washington DC? Of course, we’ll never know and it seems dramatic to assume such things. But I applaud him for his actions.
Song now playing: Big Star – “The Ballad of El Goodo”