Does anyone remember the book by Marguerite DiAngeli about the boy who was to become a knight until he was crippled by polio? I read the reviews in Amazon and a lot of reviewers think it’s really boring. But this little book has stuck with me since fourth grade when I first read it for Miss Nishiguchi’s class. The proverb, “when one door closes, another opens” is a bit trite. The real power of the story is in the seeking for Robin, the nobleman’s son who finds he no longer has a clear career path before he even hits his teen years. What’s left when the job you’ve been training for all your life is suddenly out of reach? He struggles with his pride, he learns to swim, and he takes the opportunities presented to him to prove himself useful to his lord. He takes the initiative and delivers the message that will save the castle in a way that only he could do. The point was not to find a door as a consolation. The point was to find a way to fulfill one’s goal. And the goal for Robin was to serve his lord so he found the door.
Hillary is doing the same thing. We will miss her in the Senate. She could have accomplished great things there. But she was crippled by her leadership and a seniority system that left her few avenues to success. But her goal has always been public service and this has lead her to find her door in the wall at the State Department. We know this is a job that she and she alone has the unique abilities to perform to an exemplary degree. We wish her well.
So, at this Conflucian Cocktail Party, let’s lift our glasses of champagne and sparking cider high and sing Wassail to the New Year and to Hillary’s new path.
Welcome to the Conflucian Cocktail Party, that time of the week when we kick off our shoes and toast to one another. Everyone is welcome. The bar is to the left of the door. Our bartender, Rico, our faithful companion through thick and thin during last year’s primary and general election season, will concoct the cocktail of your dreams. Tonight’s special cocktail is an Upstate Manhattan, ‘cos that is where LadyBoomer NYC is. She’s attending the Bon Jovi concert for Hillary to help her retire her debt. The Confluence chucked in $125 for a cheap seat and LadyBoomer is partying for us. We hope to hear from her later on how the night went. If you would like to help retire Hillary’s debt, because Obama isn’t doing it for some reason, you can buy a Causmo for $10. Purchase your Causmo here.
Tonight’s entertainment is a little bit of rock, a little bit opera? In 1998, Jon Bon Jovi and Luciano Pavarotti got together to do a benefit for Liberia and sang Let it Rain. Enjoy:
Ladies, and I do mean “LADIES”, and gentlemen, this ain’t no dive blog like “The Site Who Must Not Be Named”. We run a classy joint here. So, if you feel like entertaining a troll, take it outside or hang your trigger words with Florence our lovely checkroom attendant. The waiters will be circulating shortly with cheese puffs, chicken satay with peanut sauce and boiled new potatoes with chipotle hummus. Please drink responsibly and tip your wait staff generously.
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