Jan
01
I’ve noticed
Americans are notoriously hard to divide along class lines. With the exception of professors of sociology (who knows exactly where in the upper middle class they fit) and a few billionaires–who hope they are middle class, but have a horrible fear there may be a real aristocracy hiding somewhere in Chicago, Dallas, or Denver — most of us have only the vaguest idea what class we belong in.
Class…is an interesting distinction. It’s Royalty in a Palace, it’s the movement of a Cougar on a stealth hunt near a sleeping rabbit. It can thread through a play executed with professionalism, talent and meaning. Class can describe an economic sector as mentioned in Oris’ fine words above or it can emanate from a debutante or prom queen as she glides across the dance floor.
2012 has filled my days with a myriad of ‘class’…mostly. I am blessed with a ‘class’ of enduring and Loving friends and family…that live in my memory forever.
Thank you, my friend, for your touching post above.