Real Passion

As if to better explain yesterday’s prompt about passion, the universe put me smack dab in the middle of true passion.

Team Scotland is playing their first few World Cup games in Massachusetts and the “Tartan Army” has taken over Boston.

The kilts, the bagpipes, the hats, the songs…these people embody passion.

How adorable is this family from Scotland I met yesterday? It’s blue for home and orange for away, in case you were wondering.

I’m not much of a sports fan, but I do love seeing happy people.

Scotland won, the Knicks won…may the joy of others filter into the collective consciousness—so much so that we completely ignore the trashy spectacle desecrating our White House today.

FDT!

Thanks New York!

Today is my birthday and I just treated myself to many minutes of watching videos of New Yorkers booing Trump at the Knicks game last night. I watched them line the streets of his motorcade with “8647” signs and one-fingered salutes. And then that epic booing when his fat orange smirk appeared on the Jumbotron in Madison Square Garden. They fucking hate him. His own hometown can’t stand the very sight of him.

Well done New York! Thanks for sending the message from all of us. And thanks for the nice birthday present.

(Mind you, this is coming from a lifelong Bostonian. All bets are off. It’s everyone vs Trump now.)

Go Knicks!