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Should I write: it was a perfect day, and be done? Or should I fill out the little corners, the "and then" "and then" and then again, "and then"? Oh dear me, how does one break down a perfect day?
It started off with the requisite: Clarkie lost but determined to complete the mission. When the road opened out onto the 85 acre expanse of "Thomas Point Park" all the rising road tension vanished, and one just knew that meeting the challenge posed by a useless map was well worth it.
General and Mrs. Clark arrived shortly after stewarts and I had settled in for lunch at a picnic table in the shade. The tables were scattered across a closely mown field, and there is something about Gert Clark that makes her unmistakable in any crowd, so it was she I spotted first. And of course, one must assume that the gathered crowd, the continued drifting of picnickers attracted to a center beyond the lobster and ice cream tents, surely held a reason for great interest hidden from view. Of course, they were here, in this beautiful spot beside the languishing tidal basin, and under a sky so blue that to sputter "robin's egg" would be close to blasphemy.
There were many speakers today. First the local politicians with a few words from our two Democratic representatives: Michaud and Allen. And then, the representative spokesperson from the DNC. And then, Maine's governor, chimed in with his message, and then, he introduced Wes Clark with: "People introduce me with the title `honorable,' but this man merits `Supreme Allied Commander." (I added a mental "Who's your Supreme Allied Commander baby" , remembering Reg's opening post that gave me such a chuckle.)
I don't know if it is just because I like General Clark so well, but it seemed that the crowd that had sat politely, or buzzed with the friends at their table during the earlier speeches, sat up straight for the General. WKC was on today and brought us starch and words of affirmation. He delivered a domestic message, the one about family values and the Democratic philosophy. People listened and gave him plenty of encouraging applause. Education, health care, and jobs are all family values, and Democrats care, and know how to fix them. Our jobs are threatened because of the rising cost of healthcare. The Bible tells us that Jesus testified that we must take care of one another. (paraphrase) "All religions that I've been a part of or have studied have preached that those who have more must help those who have less." Those are moral values...those are our values...Democratic values.
But the money line, the one that garnered the loudest applause with all heads nodding, came as General Clark reminded everyone that the administration kept changing their story, doing the ole bob-and-weave, when it came to the rationale for the invasion of Iraq. In one swift and personal moment, WKC said: "God only knows what his motives are?" It was an arrow from his heart to our hearts. What in God's name are we doing in Iraq?
I thought all the way home about sharing that line with you, my dear readers. After all, we try to be careful here and invoking God may be a no-no. But I think I'm in the safe-zone. If those MSM and other saprophytes who suck their lives away in duty to the right-wing want to lift and abuse those words, it is because their masters cannot answer that necessary question. What in God's name?
And now to the important news: Tie? Ha! kakis, loafers with no socks, a shirt that I would describe as a close windowpane plaid of blues and greens, with the cuffs turned up to reveal a corresponding lining plaid in shades of red. And Gert...a vision. She wore that pale grey-green she seems to love. Her pants and striped loose fitting camp shirt were silk. Beautiful...just beautiful. (pssst...to those reading this and knitting their eyebrows in political disdain...deal with it. I've just completed a tradition.)
They stayed for quite a while, and everyone was joy mongering. Gert broke the news that Dashiell Clark was born on Thursday with mother and son doing fine. She also said that during lunch she had made the point that Democrats should focus all their campaigning around events like today's with kids and families being families. She said: "And then Wes just got up and made that speech about what we'd just talked about." She said that's who we are, and if "they" want to present our imagine as being part of some fringe, then people need to understand that "this" is who we are. I commented that we are about "picnics not limousines." "Exactly," said Gert.
I heard General Clark give someone the answer that: "Everything is still on the table." Another man from Texas was nearly begging him to run. Wes told me that he loved the "Gert is Great" button. I answered that "We know he does...which is why we will always wear them." Chuckles.
Finally, the Clarks moved toward the car that would take them to the Portland Airport.
Some summers in Maine cheat us out of Nature's reward that we have earned by living through our harsh, dark winters. And some summers are pure Camelot. Today was a continuation of our Camelot summer. Stately dark pines edging green fields bordered by the sea bring peace to all witnesses, and just to make sure that the beauty is not missed, the sun streams down from a crowning blue sky kissed by a cooling ocean breeze. I am so pleased that Gert and Wes Clark shared this day with us. Mr. Z. said that Wes was on fire today, I think what we heard was a man speaking from his heart. That is what is separates Wes from the rest, he speaks from his heart. God does know how to throw a great picnic.
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