He may be a beast to his bosses, but Keith Olbermann keeps working because he is one of our great broadcast journalists. Keith loves baseball and he loves the Yankees. He poured that love into his piece commemorating the 75th anniversary of Lou Gehrig's farewwell "I am the luckiest man alive" speech on the 4th of July at Yankee Stadium. Remember, Gehrig was known as the "iron man", but as ALS ravaged his young and vital body, Lou was able to find gratitude.
Earlier in the day, I read the riveting article in the New Yorker about the crushingly uncertain days of the Chilian miners. The 33 trapped and starving men agreed to completely share the minuscle amounts of food on hand. They were able to find solidarity.
In the evening, I went to my friend Lail's for her annual party. She has a big, old house with a great screened porch, just perfect for the 4th of July. My friend Jim said it best: "Everyone who comes to the party is someone you want to talk to or listen to." We always have fun.
When an ambulance pulled up in front, we all said: "I wonder what's happening across the street." But, it wasn't out there, it was right in Lail's living room that one of her guests had suffered enough heart trouble that the 911 call had been made.
This was a gathering of oldsters, with a keen sense of savoring the idea of "annual."
Gratitude and solidarity indeed.
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