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Doctors tell us that
optimism adds to longevity. So I'm trying to be as
positive as I can in an environment that creates daily
challenges to maintaining a bright outlook.
Despite my native California sinking financially into
the Pacific Ocean and with the nation's debt level
seemingly unsustainable, I'm making a concerted effort
to enjoy my
new
Pennsylvania surroundings.
If I try hard enough, I'll find that the upside is never
far away. For example, even though Pittsburgh has had
nearly two months of gray skies and rain, the hills and
trees are certainly green!
But what constructive conclusions can I reach about the
disgraceful
Michael Jackson madness? While the media is mostly
to blame by fueling the flames with its non-stop,
"breaking news" coverage, let's remember that it is
giving the dim bulb public what it wants.
Not only has the Jackson adulation been revolting, his
supporting cast that includes the omnipresent Al
Sharpton as well as Brooke Shields and Magic Johnson is
repulsive too.
As for me, I side 100 percent with New York U.S.
Representative Peter King who said on Independence Day
that Jackson was a pervert and a pedophile that you
would not allow your child to be alone with.
King correctly observed that Americans should be
praising firefighters, police officers and our troops
who
sacrifice on our behalf every day. [Long
Island Lawmaker Calls Michael Jackson A "Lowlife,"
by Raymond Hernandez,
New York Times,
July 6, 2009]
A small part of my annoyance about Jackson comes because
his death on the same day knocked
Farrah Fawcett's passing out of the news.
In my local newspaper, her obituary appeared on page
B-3.
Now, it is not so much that I am a Fawcett fan but
rather that, unlikely as it is, the Charlie's Angels
poster
girl played a small albeit important role
in Guzzardi family history.
In fact the Fawcett story has been retold at family
gatherings for nearly three decades.
The tale of what happened follows.
In 1978, I lived in New York. And in October, I made
good on a promise to my son to take him fishing off Long
Island in Montauk.
Early on the evening of October 7th,
we pulled in to the
Shagwong
Restaurant , an eating establishment set
up with the bar in the front and a separate dining room
behind it.
You may wonder how I can be so certain of the date. As
it happened the New York Yankees were playing against
the Kansas City Royals in an
American League divisional series game with pitching
star Ron Guidry on the mound.
When we entered, I asked the bartender the score. He
replied: "No one
knows the score or cares. Farrah Fawcett is having
dinner in the next room."
Naturally, I didn't believe him. The thought of Fawcett
patronizing a seafood joint a million figurative miles
from Hollywood was just too incongruous. But as it
turned out,
Fawcett was filming Fabergé commercials on
eastern Long Island.
When our name was called to be seated, we were placed
only two tables away.
There sat Fawcett, looking unmistakably like Farrah.
Throughout dinner, I urged my son to get her autograph.
Finally, as Fawcett was finishing up, he approached her
holding a paper place mat in his hand.
As you might expect from a Texas country girl Fawcett,
after exchanging a few kind words with her young fan,
graciously signed.
For months thereafter, my son proudly showed off the
placemat to his envious friends, young and old.
When I learned that Fawcett had died after a long battle
with cancer, I was perhaps
sadder than most of her casual admirers.
I recalled how kind she was to my young son. And I
remembered how radiant she looked that evening long ago
compared to how ravaged recent photographs showed her.
Fawcett's life exemplifies the importance of heeding the
medical advice to stay positive and make the most out of
every day.
One day we're young and healthy. And some of us may be
rich and beautiful. Then, seemingly overnight, we're
none of those things
Joe Guzzardi [email him] is a California native who recently fled the state because of over-immigration, over-population and a rapidly deteriorating quality of life. He has moved to Pittsburgh, PA where the air is clean and the growth rate stable. A long-time instructor in English at the Lodi Adult School, Guzzardi has been writing a weekly column since 1988. It currently appears in the Lodi News-Sentinel.