This is my 100th post. This should be a happy occasion, right? But I haven’t knit much this week, because I’m not very happy.
I, like so many others, was preoccupied with the horrendous news coming out of Penn State. Rather than losing myself in my knitting, I spent much of the week lost in either work or online games. *Shrug*… that’s what I do when I need to escape.
Many of you know that I blog from Central PA, in a city about 3 hours outside of “Happy Valley” (hard to type that without wincing). But what you may not know is that I’m not born-and-bred Central PA – I’m from New Jersey. And I didn’t attend Penn State for my undergraduate degree – I went to the University of Delaware. And I’m not a big (American) football fan – college, professional, or otherwise. So why, then, is the scandal affecting me so much?
Maybe it’s because I’ve lived here in Central PA for just over 10 years now, and while this isn’t my hometown, over time… this became my home. So when my friends, neighbors, and coworkers are pained by the actions… and inactions… of their hometown heroes, I am, too.
Maybe it’s because I can’t stop thinking of a story my dad told me, about a time when he met Joe Paterno, and was struck by the man’s kindness and generosity. I don’t think this is any less true today than it was in 1966. However, this week’s events serve as a reminder that while JoePa is kind, generous, and so much more to so many, he’s also human… and flawed… and prone to mistakes and questionable judgment.
Maybe it’s because my husband is, as I type, on-site and covering all the drama along with his colleagues. I’ve been glued to my computer reading his blog and Twitter updates, but with the added discomfort of worrying for his safety.
Maybe it’s because I’m a mom. ‘Nuff said.
It’s really hard to explain, I guess. And this isn’t going away anytime soon. So… I guess I’ll do what everyone else is doing, and take it one step, one revelation at a time. I think I’ll start by getting back to the Lace Jacket after I post this. I’ll try to, at least.