While at this point I have nothing conventional or analytical to add to either the initial reactions to the end of term Supreme Court immunity decision — to crown a king, or to Biden’s recent proposed legislative fixes. I do have an unexpected story that made my day a tad more tolerable, and which I forever will savor.
My 93-year-old dad’s physical health has been slipping, and recently his cognitive, as well — albeit now somewhat more quickly. But Pops (like his Timex watches of yesteryear) “takes a licking and keeps on ticking.” Stubborn Korean War Era vet that he is, and “died-in-the-wool” Brooklyn boy, Dad was truly involved for many decades (behind the scenes) in federal politics. It’s always been a hoot to watch and listen to him. Sharp as a tack, genuinely personable, bright and effective — until a few years ago.
My heart recently sank when I asked him several times about whether he was ready for the initial Presidential debate between Biden and Trump. Pregnant pauses and then ‘what debate’, ‘who’s debating’, and finally.... his bravado masking laughter as his only response, when I asked Dad for the very first time, point blank, “who’s the President of the US?” As the song goes, “Momma said there’d be days like this.” There are good days and tougher days.
Dad, it turns out, did indeed watch the Biden Trump debate with my youngest brother, and in the beginnings of his aphasic way, was indeed able to react — showing some appreciation of the gravity of the situation, rambling a few gems but in a conversation laced with non sequiturs. He knows what he wants to say or at least the essence, but can’t get there from here
But the day right after that dismal who turned the lights out debate, notwithstanding the clumsiness, Pops WAS BACK — in rare but closer to usual form.
I’m making small talk over the phone and Dad says, “So what do YOU plan to do about the that Supreme Court decision today?” My eyes, 1500 miles away, on the other end of the phone opened wide. I have nothing concrete to offer (but Dad has never tolerated whining, without proposed solutions).
Dad then full throatily proclaims: “Well, I’m going to be busy on both coasts trying to get the 9 expanded” (referring to expanding the current bench and hitting up his political contacts and elected ‘buds’ in DC, California and New York).
Yes, our communication was still at times rambling and difficult. But Dad’s passion and feistiness were full on, and I was reminded of his old true modus operandi. Most importantly my smile on the other end of the long-distance call was ear to ear. And I literally mumbled to myself: “Curses, Justice Roberts! I needed that”, and I guess so did my old man.
Michael Goldenkranz is a retired health care attorney and hospital exec team member. Currently a full time curmudgeon, he is a frequent pro bono volunteer and is unabashedly the silliest grandpa ever.
