In appreciation of the Olympics
Every four years, athletes from around the world gather to test their mettle and find out who is the best. This is one thing that we can do and watch together, except for Russia, for obvious reasons.
The opening ceremony was very French. I only saw the last 20 minutes or so with the spectacular light show off the Eiffel Tower, the unusual lighting of the giant flame, and the raising of a huge balloon all aglow above it.
The best part is when Céline Dion, who has been suffering from a malady called stiff person syndrome sang. She stood tall, wearing a beautiful white gown and singing a lovely French melody. People had tears in their eyes. So did I, for what she has been through.
Fortunately, I missed some of the inexplicable weirdness of the early parts, like the drag queens’ version of “The Last Supper.” That generated some controversy, and for what?
In this “our summer of discontent,” I’m going to enjoy many of the sporting events. Since I’m an insomniac, there’s something to watch all night long.
We’ve sent the “best of the best” to Paris, so turn on your TV and watch some of the events.
It beats watching the relentless name calling and trash talking that passes for news.
Paul Lesako
Carmichaels