Life is Good
In a flush of contentment last week I bought a tee-shirt that said "Life is Good" across the chest under a graphic of a spruce tree. When I got it home and took a closer look I saw that the phrase "Life is Good" has become a registered trademark of the shirt maker. This discovery took about half of my good mood away. How dare they trademark my hackneyed private sentiments!
But, trademarked or not, life is good. My older son graduated from college last weekend. It is a beautiful summer day in Vermont. The Red Sox have a ten game lead in the East, 13 1/2 over the Yankees, and tomorrow is the annual Strolling of the Heifers. Brattleboro, Vermont is the home of the Holstein Association which harbors the personal information of over 19 million cows worldwide. It's a heady responsibility for a small town and handled with aplomb, not to mention shovels. It is the most kid-friendly parade I've ever seen. Cows, tractors and jump rope drill teams are the main attraction. Every year Turkey Hill ice cream puts a giant plastic Holstein on a trailer and drags it through town. Every year we take a picture of it and put it in the center of our Christmas card. It's the small traditions that hold a society together and we do our part.
We had a fun Wait-Wait, Don't Tell Me this week in Chicago. Amy Dickinson and PJ O'Rourke, my favorite Republican, were the other panelists and graciously allowed me to win. I just bought PJ's new book On the Wealth of Nations at the airport to make me look smarter. Tomorrow I take pictures of a plastic cow.
Life is good. You can trademark that.