By Emily Rosen

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www.emilyrosen424.com

I begin this column again. I have started it four times, ditching each “start” as “unfocused,” which is a major writing no-no. I did not want to do that. But–know what? Today, I’m gonna! And if I call this Random Thoughts, then voila! I don’t HAVE to be focused!

I am a political junkie, and I really love writing about politics. But I “got the word” from the powers that be, that “politics” is out for me. Thing is, that I am always pulled to the middle in political debates. But the fact that I am pulled from the left seems to be somewhat disturbing. And probably that’s what brings on my “writer’s block.” I’m just saying . I’m okay with it. I just need to vent every 10 years or so.

But I guess it’s okay for me to comment on all the media folks who spring into mindless action and verbiage in order to get a scoop and espouse an opinion.

Here again, it pains me when people “opine” ( I stole that from Bill O’Reilly) about stuff they don’t know, the Boston Marathon tragedy being only one case-in-point. Yes, we all want transparency in government and, yes, we all want maximum security. But what if – what if – they were mutually exclusive. What if we had to make the choice of one over the other ? Talk about a Sophie’s Choice. And therein lies so much of our discontent. There is so much – so very much — that we don’t know (A) because it is unknowable and (B) because we are concentrating on our daily lives and are not prone to checking out archives and documents. And even relying on those who do those things for a living, we are left with questions of interpretation and bias and we still don’t know! There is so much we don’t know.

But randomly speaking and changing the focus, I landed at the new Deerfield pier Saturday night, first time since its renovation. I am a northern neighbor (Boca) and don’t get here often enough. Infused with the local vigor and the feeling of being part of an endless “feelgood place,” we strolled the sidewalks and the beach and the pier itself, anticipating the completion of its yet unfinished eatery. We could have been on the French Riviera and would not have felt as energized. And how lucky we are to be living on the fringe of a non- stop happening. And then, we had a special treat! On the beach in front of the Wyndham Hotel, we witnessed a real LIVE wedding, complete with gorgeous white-gowned bride, handsome groom and guests who shed their shoes (the ladies, that is) as they walked down the carpeted aisle covering the sand. Debbie and Tommy –whoever they are, exchanged vows as people have been doing for thousands of years, witnessed by a covey of strangers and passersby. In view of all the world’s angst and our racer-pace of innovation, it is heartening to think that some things never change.

And finally … mothers … past, present and future – you are the glue of the world. Have a good SPECIAL one!