So Now They Target Teenybobbers

Wifey and I came home from an early dinner, and she set about watering the newly planted landscaping, while I came inside to watch the news.  It was bad -- a terrorist attack at a Manchester arena, during a concert by Ariana Grande, of all things.

The attack at the Paris concert was awful, of course, but that performance, Eagles of Death Metal, at least drew grown ups, or sort of.  Ariana Grande fans tend to be pre teen to barely post teen girls.  Really?

We have friends who live in Stoke, near Manchester, and the new son in law Young Dave (our friend is Old Dave now) is an EMT in Manchester.  Luckily, D1 had spoken with her friends, and they were not directly involved, though Young Dave will be working overtime shifts to cover for his poor colleagues who had to deal with, so far, 22 deaths and over 50 injuries.

Our friend Sandra has already posted on FaceBook (tm) -- that she and her fellow Brits will endure, as they did when the Luftwaffe came -- drinking a cup of tea and soldiering on.  And they shall, of course,

But teeny bobbers?

Of course, it brought back memories of the Ds at that age, now over a decade in the past.  I won Dad of the Year when I scored some excellent Usher tix for D2 at the UM arena, and treated several of her friends as well.  I told my friend Jim about it, and at Canes games following the show we'd make believe, well, not really, that we were so unhip that we called the singer Butler.  D2 rolled her eyes in that way young girls can.  It was exquisite.

Our species has always faced mortal dangers.  In another age, I guess parents worried that their children would get eaten by animals.  Not much has changed, though the animals now don't have fur -- they have guns and IEDs...

So here's to the Mancs today and tomorrow, to endure.  The rest of us, too.