Erudite…that’s goes with ranch dip, right?

There are times you read something truly amusing and you may never really know if the person who conjured it was trying to be funny; then there are times you know.

Brooks McCabe

Yesterday I read a tweet by @BrooksMcCabeWV that still has me laughing.  He had my vote for the next governor of West Virginia long before this, but now I can just tell one story and explain why he is the man for me, as well as why I believe he is the candidate our state needs in that office.

The tweet was a faux head-scratching over a journalist’s evaulation of him as “too erudite” for most voters.  The exact critique was this:

McCabe has some minuses as a candidate — he doesn’t exactly take command of the room when he enters, and with a doctoral degree from WVU, he can come off a bit too erudite for his audiences.

I don’t know about you, but I am sick and tired of a governor “taking command of the room.”  It’s philistine and tiresome and more often than not a glaring wart on a man’s character if he has to act that way.  The story I heard from the business summit at The Greenbrier was that McCabe quietly took a few steps up in a large hallway and, un-mic’ed, began talking about his vision for West Virginia.  He gathered a large group that soon crowded the area and listened to him intently and respectfully.  My clearance goes through rumor, but I also understand that quiet talk generated $20K in campaign support on the spot.

There will always be people who need someone to “take” command of them; who look for a big guy with too much hair product and a macho background to make them feel taken care of and important.  West Virginia has no shortage of these dudes salivating in the wings.   Then there are other people who appreciate a leader with an education, a respectful mild-mannered approach to others, and a flawless wit.  That leader is Brooks McCabe.

His tweet?  “Looking up ‘erudite’ in the dictionary.”  You gotta love it.

Griffin Egg Omelettes

"But one griffin hath the body more great and is more strong than eight lions, of such lions as be on this half, and more great and stronger than an hundred eagles such as we have amongst us." - Mandeville

This statue of a griffin stands in the dappled sunlight of my parents’ front yard.

Half-lion (king of the beasts) and half-eagle (king of the birds), griffins were believed to mate for life.  Between its legendary fidelity, strength, courage, and mystery, it seems an apt symbol not only for the dual nature of Christ (for which it is also known) but for something less well-known yet quite human and divine:  my parents’ marriage.

It would be inappropriate for me to divulge all of the magical things I know about these two people.  What I will tell you in the strictest confidence of the Internet is that as I pulled out of their driveway Sunday afternoon my mother handed me a dozen free-range organic eggs, and whispered, “Your father made me the most lovely omelette with these this morning.  He thought we didn’t have any milk and made the omelette with melted ice cream.  It was kind of flat.  And sweet.  But it was very nice………”

I leave you with the mystery of true love, and with hopes that you have a magical holiday Monday.