I believe in tilting at windmills.
I believe in turning the ships around, and unicorns, and love stories too.
I believe in wearing heart break like a badge of honor because there is no other way to love then vulnerably.
I believe in the theory of Compassionate Conservatism but have only seen it practiced by those who aren’t conservatives.
I believe that NPR makes the world a better place.
I believe in standing when a woman leaves a table, opening doors, pulling chairs and carrying the heavy stuff not because a woman is incapable but as a show of affection and acknowledgement that I can do very little to help her find the other 28 cents.
I believe that the moment I start to not do those things is the moment that the bloom has fallen from the rose.
Speaking of roses, I believe in giving more interesting flowers… because it’s Tuesday, not because I have screwed-up.
I believe that people who talk on their cell phones on Mass Transit should have a subway car unto themselves.
I believe that words are terribly important and that I have wasted too many in my life.
I believe that toasts should be short enough to be remembered, and that clinking glasses is unnecessary when there are more than four people.
I believe in dive bars that still serve decent beer, make a mean burger, and don’t take credit cards.
I believe that restaurants are like houses of worship to food and that the bar is the altar upon which I sacrifice my sobriety.
I believe that if you force me to make a choice, slow is better then fast and words hotter then pictures.
Speaking of pictures, I believe that black and white ones always trump color.
I believe that people who abuse the English language ought to demand a refund.
I believe that real life trumps sports; but I also believe that the first weekend of the NCAA Basketball tournament should be a National Holiday.
I believe that there ought to be a constitutional amendment requiring a Div. I-A football playoff and banning the use of aluminum bats in baseball.
I believe that fall is the most magical of seasons; but the 4th of July is my favorite holiday.
I believe that intelligent conversation is the best of aphrodisiacs, and the sexiest thing about a woman is her mind.
I believe that I can save the world one plate and one cocktail at a time.
I believe that Duke Ellington got it right – there are only two kinds of music: good and bad.
I believe that because Chuck Brown is on the far end of the good kind, he deserves to be in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
I believe in reading my Sunday papers on Sunday not Saturday.
And I believe that I should be reading them in bed next to a woman who is the haystack needle, lightning in a bottle, and the winning lottery ticket rolled into a wickedly interesting package.
And I believe that she would sigh and utter a breathy “Oh my” when I finish this soliloquy.
By the by, I took my first spin as a contributing editor for DC Blogs yesterday. Look here for the Round-Up if you are curious about the local blogs that caught my eye yesterday.