According to Son #1, the entire city of Philadelphia is going to slip into a deep depression come Nov. 5. The World Series is over. The election will be behind us (and we are getting a lot of visits from the candidates around here since Pennsylvania is a battleground state) and the long winter looms...
Not a pleasant prospect to be sure but it may very well be possible. We've all been riding high on national attention and it surely will get a bit routine when the spotlight turns elsewhere.
But that is precisely the point. Fame, celebrity and attention are so fleeting in our plugged-in, wired-for-sound age, that we barely get time to savor great moments before we are on to the next.
I remember when Bet Twice won the Belmont, my sisters and I would scour the local news stands for copies of obscure papers to see how the victory played out across the country. When we no longer were headline news, there was the prospect of weekly magazines that carried the story. And after that, well we were has-beens. Our fifteen minutes of fame were gone in the blink of an eye.
The bottom line, however, is that memories do last forever. And while they may not be public or carry with them the potential for "celebrity-hood," they are more genuine and lasting than anything you might read in the papers.
So it is indeed possible that resuming our normal lives may not feel as glamorous or as celebratory, but then again in the middle of the worst ice storm or blizzard, the memory of this special season will surely thaw the scowl of even the grouchiest grinch.
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