I am avoiding the Olympics like the plague. Several decades ago, one last "Up Close and Personal" feature did me in. All the jingoism and nationalism and sloppy smaltz just put the last nail in the coffin. Yes, one picks up some info without any effort, but I, like Rhett Butler, don't really give a damn. And I resent the baseball news being moved over or below. But it's only temporary. And without watching any TV I am insulated from the more inane coverage. I just have to wait it out and it will be gone, disappeared.
On a happier note, they have nourished, cleaned up and released a bunch of brown pelicans back into the skies. They still don't know what happened - where they poisoned by bad fish? But I love those birds and their Olympian efforts to remain a part of nature I can applaud with genuine hope and joy. In fact, isn't that a gold metal around that one up there? For bravery and trust of the very species whose actions are doing them in? Yes, I think, it could be...
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