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Thursday, May 13, 2004

Road trip

If I post another thing on Abu Ghraib this week my head will explode, and you don’t want little bits of brain and skull all over your desktop screen or your laptop.  Yes, that’s precisely what would happen, thanks to the mystery of the Internet.

Instead, I’m going to pack my bags-- and Jamie’s-- and head down to Norfolk, Virginia to attend my father’s retirement party (25 years of teaching at Old Dominion University, and a long career as a labor activist and writer before that).  Along the way, Jamie and I are stopping at the Whatever Corporate Stadium in Philadelphia to see game three of the conference finals between the Flyers and the Tampa Bay Lightning.  If any Philadelphia-area bloggers are planning on attending the game, stop by and say hello-- I’ll be the guy in section 224 with the charismatic kid with Down syndrome.  (No, I’m not a Flyers fan.  I just like going to playoff games, especially deep into the playoffs, if they’re within driving distance.  But I will pretend to be a Flyers fan for roughly three hours tonight, because you know how . . . hmm, shall we say, unreflective those Philadelphia sports fans are, how incapable of watching a game from a properly cosmopolitan and nonpartisan perspective.)

I might do some Norfolk Blogging, might not.  We’ll have to see just what the Birth Family Situation looks like down there.

Oh, and speaking of the birth family:  some people among the legions of new readers recently sent this way by the mighty Atrios and the mighty Max (thanks, guys) have asked me what’s up with the accents.  Well, it’s a French-Canadian name, not a French name; most of the BČrubČs who live in the US (most of ‘em in New England) have dropped the accents, and some of them pronounce the name “Barooby.” I got weary of this sometime around the age of 10, since we pronounce it “BEH roo bay.” But I honestly don’t care if people use the accents or not.  I must say, though, that in recent years I’ve had occasion to take pride in my association with cheese-eating surrender monkeys and all their QuČbČcois progeny.

OK, gotta go and pack.  In the meantime, I recommend Timothy Burke’s most recent post-- new heights of eloquence from a guy who was already terrific even on his off days-- and this healthy reminder from Digby about why we should support our favorite Democrats, now more than ever.

UPDATE:  Credit where credit’s due dept.:  Janet packed Jamie’s bag.  And Jamie loves travelling with his own suitcase.

Posted by Michael on 05/13 at 02:59 AM
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