Ray’s last words, as I climbed into the car this morning (after admonishing me to not use swear words on the phone, in the car, in front of the kids):
“You are a word that begins with the letter H.”
Oh, he’s right. I am hysterical. I called this, months ago, as soon as I heard Sarah Palin’s name — along with the fact that a. she had just had her fifth child, a boy with DS and b. that she was interested in being McCain’s running mate.
I knew it, because the world — my world — is that weird.
I’m going to refrain from saying anything yet — I have to sort out my thoughts and I know how tempting blogging can be for those whose thoughts are scrambled — but I will say this: I have written more than anything (by far) about two topics, in my life.
The first is John McCain.
The second is Sophie — and what being a mom (particularly a working mom) of a kid with Down syndrome means.
And never the two should meet, as far as I’m concerned.
You figure all this out. Please. And get back to me.
Meanwhile, here’s a link to the way-more-than-anyone-wants-to-read special report my paper posted on him: