{"id":2278,"date":"2004-03-28T20:50:04","date_gmt":"2004-03-29T00:50:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/dbnews\/2004\/03\/28\/mums-the-word\/"},"modified":"2004-03-28T20:50:04","modified_gmt":"2004-03-29T00:50:04","slug":"mums-the-word","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/dowbrigade\/2004\/03\/28\/mums-the-word\/","title":{"rendered":"Mums the Word"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a name='a3125'><\/a><\/p>\n<table width=\"537\" border=\"0\">\n<tr>\n<td width=\"537\">\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/cyber.law.harvard.edu\/blogs\/static\/dowbrigade\/kerrygore.jpg\" width=\"256\" height=\"180\" align=\"left\" vspace=\"6\" hspace=\"6\">Pain.<br \/>\n        A transitory state of nerve excitation with an infinite number of causes<br \/>\n        and textures. Can be overcome with certain advanced<br \/>\n        mental techniques, or narcotics, or both. Preferably both. <\/p>\n<p>We are almost<br \/>\n          done with putting our stuff into storage. Most of the heavy lifting<br \/>\n        is over, and that is the part we&#8217;re getting too old for. Decided to break<br \/>\n          down and pay some gypsy illegal movers (their presence in the US is<br \/>\n        illegal, let alone their moving business) to schlep the refrigerator,<br \/>\n        washing machine, and two steamer trunks over to the storage shed. Feeding<br \/>\n        the fringe&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p>Apropos to that, our lazy 19-year-old who is leaving tomorrow for Peru<br \/>\n        to join his brother in the adventure tourism business, tells us that<br \/>\n        the reason washing machines are so heavy is that they put BRICKS in their<br \/>\n        bases so they don&#8217;t constantly flip over from centrifugal force getting<br \/>\n        suds and soapy clothes all over the floor. He says he saw it on NOVA.<br \/>\n      Can this possibly be true? How does one REMOVE the bricks? <\/p>\n<p>Anyway, while we were in the crazy middle of the move, racing back to<br \/>\n        the house to meet the cat lady, Mom called. Of course, she would take<br \/>\n        them in herself, she has a beautiful house in the woods on a river in<br \/>\n        Maine, but she was calling from northern California where she and Step-Dad<br \/>\n        are visiting friends, as is their habit in the spring, avoiding &quot;mud<br \/>\n        season&quot; in Maine. Won&#8217;t be home til the middle of next month.<\/p>\n<p>But that&#8217;s beside the point.&nbsp; More power to Mom. What was interesting<br \/>\n        was her report on her ongoing Late-night Yahoo Bridge Maven Poll on the<br \/>\n        presidential race. Mom likes to hang out in the &quot;Advanced&quot; room of Yahoo<br \/>\n        Bridge until the wee hours of the morning, teaching the chumps and rubes<br \/>\n        something about how the game should be played. She inherited a knack<br \/>\n         for the game from HER mother, a feisty and terrible (as in Ivan the<br \/>\n        Terrible) Jewish Matron from Cleveland whose life was primarily a 90-year<br \/>\n        competition with her equally beautiful and manipulative sister, but who<br \/>\n        somehow managed to find time to pick up scads of US Contract Bridge Association<br \/>\n        Master Points at tournaments along the way.<\/p>\n<p>The Dowbrigade himself enjoys a rousing game of bridge now and again,<br \/>\n        and has been known to meet his Mom in the &quot;Intermediate&quot; area of Yahoo<br \/>\n        Bridge, and incredibly popular hangout with 24 hour action and thousands<br \/>\n        of players online at all times. We avoid the &quot;Advanced&quot; rooms like double<br \/>\n        black diamonds at the ski areas, and for the same reason &#8211; we hate to<br \/>\n        be exposed for the fool we are.<\/p>\n<p>Our main handicap as a bridge player is an extremely unreliable memory.&nbsp; Sometimes<br \/>\n        it works great, and we can remember the 30-year old phone number of the<br \/>\n        Hotel Roma in La Paz, Bolivia, a notorious hangout for fugitive Nazi&#8217;s<br \/>\n        until<br \/>\n        at<br \/>\n        least the late 70&#8217;s, and yet sometimes we can&#8217;t remember Norma Yvonne&#8217;s<br \/>\n        current cell number.How can we be expected to remember how may clubs<br \/>\n        have been played so far?<\/p>\n<p>Be that as it may, beside being an incredible Bridge player, Mom is<br \/>\n        a political junkie like me, and for months now has been asking everyone<br \/>\n        around the table who they are supporting.&nbsp; So far the poll is running<br \/>\n        about 65% for Kerry, 20% Bush and the rest for &quot;Don&#8217;t know\/Don&#8217;t<br \/>\n        care&quot;.<br \/>\n        Go figure. Maybe all the Bush babies are in bed by that hour.<\/p>\n<p>This afternoon, however, she told another story. Last night, at about<br \/>\n        3 am, she was playing at a table and asked her customary poll question.<br \/>\n        She was surprised to learn that East was from Indonesia, South was<br \/>\n        from Argentina, and North was<br \/>\n        from<br \/>\n        Germany. Since she is only polling registered US voters, she apologized<br \/>\n        and tried to change the subject.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;But who are you going to vote for?&quot; They asked, almost at<br \/>\n        the same instant. She could tell they really wanted to know by how quickly<br \/>\n        they<br \/>\n        slapped the question into the chat box and by the proliferation of capital<br \/>\n        letters.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Kerry, Kerry, Kerry,&quot; she answered, &quot;As many times as I can get in<br \/>\n        there and pull the lever.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>And then, Mom reports, they all cheered and congratulated her! Thank<br \/>\n        God, one said, do other Americans feel the same way? <\/p>\n<p>It was at this point in her story that the Dowbrigade interrupted and<br \/>\n        reminded her that in US politics foreign support is a very sharp two<br \/>\n        edged sword. We mentioned the fallout from Kerry&#8217;s &quot;foreign leaders&quot;<br \/>\n        gaffe. She countered that that incident open up a whole area of discussion<br \/>\n        and engendered visible manifestations of support for Kerry outside the<br \/>\n        US.<\/p>\n<p>We concede the point, and Kerry seems to be soft-pedaling the foreign<br \/>\n        stuff to just the right degree, not denying it but not drawing attention<br \/>\n        to it either. But it could backfire at any moment. One thing almost all<br \/>\n        Americans HATE is having furriners mess in our affairs, and having the<br \/>\n        support of the French, in particular, can be the kiss of death in American<br \/>\n        politics.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s kind of like the delicate disassociation Kerry is developing with<br \/>\n        Al Gore.&nbsp; Talk about the Kiss of Death.&nbsp; Although the Dems<br \/>\n        let him take the stage at major events, like that Party Jamboree last<br \/>\n        week, Kerry has avoided personal contact as though Gore were Typhoid<br \/>\n        Mary. And yet, we are sure that in his true personal feelings, Kerry<br \/>\n        appreciates the support of the Gore wing of the party, and even of the<br \/>\n        French. But if he says so, he&#8217;s a dead man walking.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, here&#8217;s hoping Mom gets her own Blog soon, so we can all read<br \/>\n        the results of the Late-night Yahoo Bridge Maven Poll and other similar<br \/>\n        gems. Keep up the good work, Mum.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Pain. A transitory state of nerve excitation with an infinite number of causes and textures. Can be overcome with certain advanced mental techniques, or narcotics, or both. Preferably both. We are almost done with putting our stuff into storage. 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