"It's me, Dr. Rosen Rosen..."
We hope everyone's Memorial Day weekend was pleasant. Margaret and I didn't do too much. Saturday we went to a hibachi grill and had grilled pasta and chicken, before returning to see Hotel Rwanda. It's a moving flick for those of you interested, and really highlights how the U.N. and Clinton dropped the ball in potentially the worst genocide since 1940s Germany.
Sunday we cleaned house and prepared for the arrival of our good friends, W & D R., who have just moved to Conneticut in order for him to attend Yale. Sunday night we grilled fajitas and ate outside under a clear sky and a few bats. Later we watched Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason, before retiring to bed. We were able to keep their dog and Calvin separate for most of the time, but there were a few, um, incidents.
Sunday we ate breakfast outside, before hitting the PTS and Princeton campuses, as well as downtown Princeton. It turns out that Memorial day coincided with graduation for the University, so we had the opportunity to listen to the undergrads' keynote speaker, Chevy Chase. He started out rather hysterically, but it fluttered in the end. We left before hearing the rest of the speech, because we were afraid of the catastrophe that was unfolding before our very eyes. I think it might be best for him to stick to Fletch and National Lampoon's Vacation movies, rather than graduation speeches.
On the way back, walking across the PTS campus, we were attacked by two light saber-wielding kids, who were obviously the progeny of some erudite professor. When challenged why we were walking on their path, I asked which of the Star Wars' characters they represented. "Anakin Skywalker? Luke Skywalker? The Darth Vader of Episode Six: Return of the Jedi?" They responded in kind, "We're made up characters; now buzz off before we slice your heads off!!!" Ah, the hubris of the entitled. This is the next generation, folks. And sadly, they are the children of the professors who have taught me the things I know about ethics and social conscience. As we were getting in the car, the ubiquitous warriors showed their faces again, and I waved goodbye while simultaneously hollering, "Get some manners!!!" Of course, I was quickly reprimanded by my wife, who thought it was harmless fun. Nevertheless, this 27-year old curmudgeon thinks the younger generation needs to show some respect.
Not much else has happened lately. Calvin did get a citronella collar which is a "gentle" reminder that he need not bark at all things living. It darkened his day, but that was quickly reversed by the bird that he captured and killed this afternoon.
That's all the news from us. Anything we should know about?
J&M
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