It’s the time of year when we’re all in a very good mood. The Sharks won last night capping the best start in their era and one of the best in National Hockey League history. The rain was light. People seemed festive in Downtown and Valley Fair, although a bit harried in the latter stop.
I tried to return a purchase to a store in Westfield Mall, and was told that they couldn’t accept it, because they were going out of business and were in bankruptcy to boot—when I pursued this with the manager of Whitechapel Jewelry store, the person in charge told me that she was not really an employee, but just worked for the receiver. Oh. Not exactly the Christmas spirit, and I began to understand their current dilemma, but I accepted the excuse and ended up in the Apple store with no excuses just one hell of a product to play with.
Maybe that’s the lesson for the day.
When things are done right, say, the San Jose Sharks (full disclosure: I proudly belong to the ownership group) people love it. When they are fed an inferior product like the Warriors, they don’t appreciate it. It’s a simple equation in sports, commerce, or politics.
And now turning to politics, we have the story and picture of the day—our President-in-waiting (and are we ever tired of waiting) with his shirt off, playing in the surf, and showing a pretty darn good six- pack. Once again it was evocative of Camelot, bringing to mind JFK in a swimsuit in the Florida surf, looking rather buff, a swimmer and a hunk.
Now don’t get me wrong, good abs are not what we need in Chief Executive, as we found out recently when a fit George Bush exhibited a flabby and unused mind, bringing us to the brink of fiscal and military disaster.
Change is near. I like the feel of it. A Shark win, a day in our city filled with people of hope and endurance. Things are going to be fine, and it’s the right thought for a Christmas Eve morning.
I hope others have a good thought today as we count our blessings, and hope for a tranquil Christmas and a hopeful New Year.