Our constitution was written by some pretty smart guys with very good intentions. Several went on to lead our nation as President.
Amendments to the constitution were created to adjust and correct things missed or to adjust as times change. When the nation put our laws in place guns used in these mass killings did not even exist. On the other hand guns currently used for sport and hunting certainly did.
The law of the land said African Americans were 3/5s human. The US Constitution said your mother, wife and daughter could not vote. Society changes, it's grows, emerges with new ideas and offers new solutions.
The founding fathers did not draw a line in the sand, they worked together to create a nation to be proud of. Men and women from all over the world often risk everything to live under our freedoms.
Yesterday an important moment was created in great loss. Now is the time to act as our founding fathers, now is the time for all Americans to sit down and compromise, change laws and make sure our children's rights and lives be but ahead of our personal desires.
Let us write an Amendment on gun control now, together, all of us.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Monday, December 10, 2012
Christmas at Grandma's House!
What was it really all about. I only had one grandmother in my lifetime, my fathers mother. To my eyes she was always old, having silver hair, glasses, old lady black shoes.
I will always remember her house in Brooklyn. I clearly remember the tin ceilings, big black wood burning stove in the kitchen. A little bathroom with some type of gas heater, you could smell the gas.
There was a traditional parlor and her bedroom where she would take me to give me money. It's funny I remember we would gather in the basement, my father and uncles would use wooden horses and a big sheet of wood to make a table. They borrowed chairs from Joe Tari, he owned Tari's Funeral Home. Then my grandma with the help of my aunts and mother would begin the meal.
Big platters of all kinds of Italian meats and cheeses. A special Italian salad, so incredible. Fresh loaves of Italian bread.
Next up was either lasagna or ravioli, it always changed. Then meatballs, sausage, bracholi and other meats covered in gravy.
And it went on and on, all kinds of deserts, pastry, fruits and nuts. Red wines flowed late into the night. Never a bad word was said.
These were the greatest Christmas memories I have. I remember each detail like it was yesterday.
It's funny, with all these thoughts I have zero recollection about gifts? There must have been gifts! I can only assume all these years later the gifts really weren't that important, it was "being a family".
I will always remember her house in Brooklyn. I clearly remember the tin ceilings, big black wood burning stove in the kitchen. A little bathroom with some type of gas heater, you could smell the gas.
There was a traditional parlor and her bedroom where she would take me to give me money. It's funny I remember we would gather in the basement, my father and uncles would use wooden horses and a big sheet of wood to make a table. They borrowed chairs from Joe Tari, he owned Tari's Funeral Home. Then my grandma with the help of my aunts and mother would begin the meal.
Big platters of all kinds of Italian meats and cheeses. A special Italian salad, so incredible. Fresh loaves of Italian bread.
Next up was either lasagna or ravioli, it always changed. Then meatballs, sausage, bracholi and other meats covered in gravy.
And it went on and on, all kinds of deserts, pastry, fruits and nuts. Red wines flowed late into the night. Never a bad word was said.
These were the greatest Christmas memories I have. I remember each detail like it was yesterday.
It's funny, with all these thoughts I have zero recollection about gifts? There must have been gifts! I can only assume all these years later the gifts really weren't that important, it was "being a family".
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