Never mind that gangsters gunned down seven mobsters in Chicago on Feb. 14, 1929, which happened to be the St. Valentine's Massacre of crime fame. Remember, if you will, that this hallowed day also cemented the marriages of Rosanne to her bodyguard, Ben Thomas, in 1995, and was the date of the wedding nuptials of Jerry Garcia to Deborah Coons in 1994 and of Elton John's lavish union to Renate Blaunch in Australia. Also, remember that these weddings didn't last. In 1989, on this same day, Robin Givins divorced Mike Tyson. This decree lasted.
Yes, friends, it's time again for Valentine's Day on Monday. It's that time again where the majority of the world can become depressed mourning their lost loves—the ones that got away. What has happened to love in these times? For every true love affair, it seems there are 10 or more romantic disasters. It seems to me that love should be the paramount event in everyone's life, far above wealth, position or power. Love is the ultimate success. And, yet, where has it gone? It used to be an ideal emotion to express. Now, if it arises and is mentioned, folks run away. It seems that its expression is a sign of weakness in the dating game. You don't love, you win. You love and you lose. What's up with that?
Love has taken a bad rap in the 21st century. It's been mocked, ridiculed and scoffed at—it's for suckers. Trust is at a minimum. We say the words and don't mean them. We hear the words and don't believe them. It's elusive. It's rare. It's been forgotten.
If you find it, don't let it go. The problem nowadays is that it rarely happens to two people at the same time. It ends for some and grows for another. But, if it does, is it not the most powerful feeling known to mankind?
But what do I know? I hope love happens for you this year, and perhaps it will happen on Monday—St. Valentine's Day—or not. Maybe someday.
Nice talking to you.