Sunday, August 24, 2008

'TIL LONDON


My pride can be tripped with a push from half-way around the world. Here is how:

I let The Princess watch the Olympics closing ceremonies. I thought for sure she'd fall asleep. Occasionally I'd check on her but she was completely alert: enthralled.

I decided to sit with her awhile. Around that time the ceremonies were coming near the end. Beijing was introducing London as the next host. We watched as out drove a red double decker bus: a symbol of London.

"Why's there a bus?"

"It represents London, the next Summer Olympics host. You know when Dad and I were in London we rode on one of those." My pride is such that even riding public transportation in a foreign city can make me brag. I realized this was pathetic so I toned it down.

"Was it fun?"

"I suppose." Notice the humility?

We watched a minute more. The huge bus unfolded it's top to reveal the London sky-line and then protracting itself up out of the top of the sky line was a tall tower with icons Leona Lewis, Jimmy Page and David Beckham appearing on top.

The audience screamed wildly.

The Princess was impressed, "Wow, so did that happen to you when you were on the bus?"

Geesh.