PINCH.
You can be in one. Once a year you can choose to not wear green and receive one. You can come through in one. My Granny mentioned a pinch once in one of our table-top conversations with my Pepsi and her ever-present coffee. She said, “if you need to find yourself, just reach down and pinch.” I am sure that my little kid brain knew that was a great line, because 44 years later I remember it with a smile. She must have been referring to some book or other feel-good fad about ways to “find yourself.”
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Me and sis...a few years before I became a jerk. |
Like my dad, I picked up some of my philosophy of life from Pauline. The whole family did. Between Pall Malls and Taster’s Choice the gems would collect for you. Once when my cousin Bobby and I were running roughshod in some arrogant young-dude-teen way, our female cousins complained to Granny. She did not tell them how to handle it, just where our early attempts at mansplaining and elitism emanated from. She told them, “David and Bobby think they are God Almighty.”
I have to pinch myself as observe large numbers of of citizens joyfully celebrating their immigration “win” and relishing the horror that the rest of us are feeling. I don’t know if we need to find our true self as a nation or if we have pinched ourselves and discovered that racism, intolerance and comfort with authoritarianism are the truth that steers us.
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