I mentioned that Marilyn and I have been re-watching Madam Secretary. You have to take it with a grain of salt, making allowances for the fact that it's produced for an American audience and there will be a level of massaging of the reality of that country's place in the world. However, it's escapism at a reasonably intelligent level.
One of the main characters is the US President, a lantern-jawed, straight-shooting, decisive individual, well aware of the challenges of his position. He always makes the right decision, no matter how complex or delicate the situation.
Marilyn and I have taken to playing a game, 'What would Donald Do?', trying to imagine what Donald Trump might do, or say he would do, in a similar situation. It's great fun and we believe his 'go-to' response to any world crisis would be to invite everyone to Mar-a-Lago where he would charge everyone and their entourage full price for the accommodation, insist they play rounds of golf with him and not let them leave until the situation is resolved.
I suppose we'll have a chance in the next few years to see how close to the truth we are.
I wrote the following story in May this year:
AFTER TWENTY YEARS …. 31 MAY, 2024
"G’day. Long time, no see. How’ve you been?”
“Is that the best you can
do? We haven’t seen each for twenty
years and all you can say is ‘How’ve you been?’”.
"Well, whose fault is it that we
haven’t kept in touch? Certainly not mine.
I have sent out a Christmas letter religiously every year and I can’t
remember the last time we even received a card in reply.”
“Haven’t you got a ‘phone any
more? Would it be too much trouble to
pick it up and press a button or two?
Our number hasn’t changed, although it wouldn’t surprise me if you’ve
lost it.”
“Hang on a minute. ‘Phones work both ways. You could just as easily have picked up yours
and rung me.”
Geoff took a deep breath. He knew it was going to be like this. He and his brother had never been close and,
if Geoff had any memories of their time growing up, they always included their
frequent fights.
He took another breath and
mentally gave himself a shake. He could handle this; he was a mature individual
who had dealt with his share of difficult situations. Dealing with his brother should be no harder
than some of the other confrontations he had lived through. Could this meeting be any harder than the
time he had separated the two Italian grape-pickers in the Barossa winery, both
brandishing knives? Or the time in Fiji
when two rival gangs hurled coconuts at each other, and he was the only
overseer in sight?
But this was his brother, breathing
fire, and it was always harder when a member of the family was involved. Of course, he was handicapped by the fact
that Harry wasn’t interested in winning an argument: all he wanted to do was to
make his brother lose control. If Harry
could bring Geoff to the stage where he was screaming in annoyance, he was happy
and would just smile, metaphorically rub his hands together, and leave the
field of battle.
It was one of the reasons that
Geoff had moved his family to Alice Springs.
It was about as far from other Australian cities as you could get and so
it was unlikely that Harry and his brood would drop in uninvited. Yet, here they were: against all the odds,
Harry, and his surly wife, Samantha.
Outside, Geoff could see the bulk
of the caravan which Harry was in the process of towing across Australia. Typically, Harry hadn’t let Geoff know that a
visit was imminent. He hadn’t even let
his brother know that he had taken Long Service Leave and set off on the six-month
trip. The first Geoff knew of it was when the ungainly rig pulled up outside
their house, flattening a camellia bush in the process.
Of course, Geoff had to appear to
be hospitable and invited Harry and his wife into the house. Thankfully, there were no children to deal
with as they had, long ago, left to make their own way in the world. One of them, Geoff remembered, was a
particularly difficult child, causing mischief wherever he went. Probably managing a Fortune 500 company now,
he mused.
“How long are you staying in the
Alice?” Geoff asked.
“Oh, that’s typical!” Harry burst
out. “We’ve only just arrived and you’re already counting the days till we
leave.”
Days? thought Geoff. Surely they’re not going to be here for days!
“Well,” said Harry. “It’s been a
hard drive through the outback and we don’t have to move on for a week. We’re a bit fed up with the caravan and I
said to Samantha that you will find a bed for us. It will give us a chance to catch up and,
maybe, have a few hands of poker.
Remember the number of times you tried to beat me, but you never
could. I must have stung you for a few
hundred dollars over the years. This’ll be your chance to win it back.”
Can things get any worse, thought
Geoff? Just when I thought my life was,
finally, going along as it should, my idiot brother shows up. It’s just like the old days – everything I do
is spoiled by this insidious monster of a brother I’m stuck with.
He took a deep breath and looked
at his wife, signalling with his eyebrows that she should say nothing. “Oh, what a shame.,” he said. “Rhonda and I are flying to Darwin tomorrow
for a week but, I’ll tell you what, I’ll leave you the keys and you can stay
here. I’m disappointed we won’t be able
to catch up but it can’t be helped.
Maybe another time.”