A funny thing happened on the way to my soapbox

First of all, I should say that I have been away from this blog, visiting my daughters in Seattle. I learned (most of ) the ins and outs of the new light rail. I look forward to it going all the way through to Capitol Hill one day.  I had a really wonderful time, spending time with my girls and their s.o.'s (of whom I am very fond).  Both  daughters seemed to get a kick out of saying "this is my Mom," whenever they ran into their friends on the Hill, which was every time we ventured out. My youngest works at a store on the Hill, and everyone seems to know her. My elder daughter (who also works in the area) is involved in the Community Council as well as park and gardening projects all over the area. We ran into a recent acquaintance of hers from school, and he said, upon my introduction, "You're the one who wrote to Tom Carr!"  I am famous (or infamous) in a small way for doing battle by email with their former city Attorney.

I sometimes think that I would be more at home (at least in terms of attitude) in my daughters' city. I can tell you that reading their local paper's letter columns (for that matter, most of their columns) does not make me mad. The overall attitude of the city, and the Hill in particular, is acceptance, which I find sorely lacking around here these days. I wonder if I would lose my blogging edge if nothing made me mad? ....Nah, something would set me to writing from time to time .

In any case, I was heading for the sanctuary of my church for the second service today, and ran across a long time member/friend.  I think of him as far more conservative than myself, and somewhat set in his ways. On occasion we have disagreed on something when serving on the same committee, and I have found myself saying to myself that "I love him, but.." and am sure he has said the same.  We said hi, and as he passed me on the way to the church office he said  "I save all your letters to the editor." He then added, "and I agree with them all."  Blow me down, I would not have thought that. One, that anyone actually notices my letters, and two, that my old friend actually agrees with the opinions expressed therein. I guess I am not entirely alone out here in the OC wilderness.