
Humor about nuclear testing in "Indiana Jones" lost on downwinders
This was penned by my Erin Brockovich-esque sister-in-law Suzanne and published yesterday in the Salt Lake Tribune.
For the record, I agree with her comments and support this cause as my family has been affected by the effects of nuclear testing manifest in death and birth defects.
What a sad episode in American history.
Ah, yes. The sound check. A good old fashioned game of hurry up and wait. This time I was armed with a lens my boss loaned me and took full advantage of it's micro-ness.
Oh yeah, it's probably worth mentioning that my employer du jour was Peter Breinholt and the venue was some amphitheater in Layton, Utah.
Becca and the kids opted to stay in St. George for a few more days which meant I had to fly home this evening on a back rub/barf maker special. When I got home it dawned on me how alone I was, a feeling I have long since forgotten. As I stumbled over a few errant toys and didn't hear any cries my heart began to sink and the loneliness I once craved has now brought me much sadness. I guess that it takes a little absence to make the heart grow fonder.
Anyway, there's a great Tom Waits song that is currently hitting the spot entitled, A House Where Nobody Lives. I couldn't agree more with the following sentiment:
So if you find someone
Someone to have, someone to hold
Don't trade it for silver
Don't trade it for gold
I have all of life's treasures
And they are fine and they are good
They remind me that houses
Are just made of wood
What makes a house grand
Ain't the roof or the doors
If there's love in a house
It's a palace for sure
Without love...
It ain't nothin but a house
A house where nobody lives
Come home safely, my little creatures. I love you and miss you madly.
hugs,
Dad