I’m having a bad case of depression which really should be a bad case of anger over something my daughter told me about. She goes to school out of town but stays in regular touch with the family. She is somewhat hard of hearing. You know, if you are behind her and talking to her then good luck. One of the the first things she did after getting up to school was to join an all girls club for students who are deaf or have diminished hearing. The club does all kinds of neat things both on campus and in the community. Some are for fun and some are community service.

The other night about 25 of the girls went out to have a chicken wing feast at a local bar/restaurant. I’m sure that they entered the place signing and talking and being wonderfully animated. At the bar was a man having a beer. With the man was an 11 or 12 year old boy who was probably his son. As my daughter walked past she heard him say to the boy, “I guess the freaks have arrived”. Of course she didn’t say anything to the man, or to her friends. No sense ruining everyones night out.

This should have freaked me out. It should have brought out my South Bronx upbringing and talk of kicking-A, swollen lips, and blacked out eyes. But it didn’t. It just depressed me.