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Archive: July, 2013

POSTED: Friday, July 26, 2013, 4:53 PM
Even though I've lived in Delaware County for most of my 51 years, I've spent a far greater portion of my life in Montgomery County. I attended what I like to call the Paoli Local Educational System, including a decade at Merion Mercy in Lower Merion, four years dancing around the maypole in Bryn Mawr and three years sweating it out at Villanova Law. I also taught at the Haverford School, spent Saturdays roaming around Ardmore's Suburban square and heading up to Norristown when legal circumstance required. In short, I know the place inside and out and think of it as much an extension of 'home' as Havertown or South Philly. And that's why I'm not too happy with one if the homeboys. Registrar of Wills D. Bruce Hanes woke up one morning this week and heard voices telling him that he's now a judge, and that he is more than qualified to assess the constitutionality of Pennsylvania laws. Either that or a burning bush appeared in his living room and ordered him to ignore the law against same sex marriage and to issue licenses to every Madam and Eve that came asking. Many have cheered his enlightened approach to anarchy. But I hope he's consistent. That's why I'm planning to head up to my old stomping grounds and seek a marriage license so I can get hitched with my beloved goldfish, Antonin Scale-ia. That's against the law, too. But hey, whatever.
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POSTED: Monday, July 22, 2013, 5:11 PM
Thirty some years ago, I woke up with the roosters (the kind that crop up on a regular basis in suburban Havertown) and watched as a radiant Diana married her noble prince. The fact that she was a full six months older than me added a certain magic to the affair, and even Charles looked unusually dashing that day. Of course, it could have been the fact that I was sleep-deprived. Actually, that could be the only reason he looked vaguely attractive. A few years later, the not-so-happy-but-we-didn’t-know-it-yet couple produced a sweet little thing named William, and the fairy tale seemed complete. And indeed it was a fairy tale, but not of the Disney variety. While Walt and crew sanitized the stories of the Little Mermaid and the Snow Queen and Cinderella, those who actually had read Grimm and Anderson knew that happily ever after only comes ‘after’ a lot of blood, strife and betrayal. It also counts death among the sordid details. And the saddest of all deaths was that of the Princess of Wales, who-because of her own bad judgment and the merciless demands of a public life-left the earth far too soon. Now we have another chapter being written, filed under “second chances.” Little Prince William grew into an admirable young man, and he found a lovely Cinderella to fit the pre-fabricated shoe. Together, they seem happy (although how anyone could be happy in the hats that poor girl has to wear is a mystery.) And they have written a lovely paragraph in the story that began on an April day several short years ago when Kate of Cambridge wore the dress that launched a thousand copies. A little baby, nameless as yet, was born on July 22nd. He will one day become King, and continue the story started centuries ago by his ancestors. Some think it’s chic to make fun of our obsession with this family. It makes them feel superior, I suppose. But as a woman who dragged herself out of bed in the darkness of a July morning many years ago to watch a commoner marry her prince, I have no problem wishing the newest addition to the fairy tale a warm and eager welcome. For his sake, I hope there’s a lot of “happily” in the “ever after.”
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