In other family news, my second cousin, Hector passed away this week at age 87 at his home in Massachusetts. He spent his years living in a home that predated the American Revolution by a few decades (I caught a cold there one October due to the lack of insulation). A lifelong Democrat, he loved the Red Sox and hated George W. Bush. Earlier this week, his daughter read him the following joke:
(It’s an old one, told in many different ways, so no doubt you’ve heard it before.)
“Test Your Morality
You’re in Florida…In Miami, to be exact… There is chaos around you, caused by a hurricane and severe floods. This is a flood of major proportions. You are a photojournalist working for a major newspaper caught in the middle of this great disaster. The situation is nearly hopeless.
You’re trying to shoot career-making photos. There are houses and people swirling around you, some disappearing under the water.
Nature is showing all its destructive fury. You see a man in the water! He is fighting for his life, trying not to be taken away with the water and debris. You move closer. Somehow the man looks familiar. Suddenly, you know who it is… it’s George W. Bush!
At the same time you notice that the raging waters are about to take him under, forever. You have two options. You can save him or you can take the most dramatic photos of your life.
You can save the life of George W. Bush, or you can shoot a Pulitzer Prize-winning photo, documenting the death of one of the world’s most powerful men.
Now, here’s the question (please give an honest answer).
Would you select colour film, or rather go with the classic simplicity of black and white?”
Always go out with a joke, they say.