The Royal Prince of Cambridge has arrived! The world embraced the news of the baby boy born to the Royal Family and a new heir to the Throne of England. The baby boy (who has not been named as of this writing) will be third in line to the throne, bumping Prince Harry down to fourth. Prince Harry: the dysfunctional uncle who probably has made peace with the fact that he will never be the King of England and seems to be okay with that position in life.
When the news broke of the royal birth, Prince Charles had eloquent things to say about being a grandfather. Prince William said “they (he and kate) couldn’t be happier.” When reporters spoke of Harry, one of the stories went like this: that when the young prince is of age, I’m sure it will be Uncle Harry introducing him to nightclubs and the royal social life that lies ahead of him. I’m paraphrasing but that’s the gist of it.
I feel for ya, Harry. When my nieces were born and everyone was talking about what family members would contribute to their culture and well-being with their knowledge of life and education, Uncle Dino was mentioned as the relative that would offer them instruction on “how to play poker,” or “when to hit or stay on Blackjack,” and “how to make the perfect Manhattan.” But the fact that I’m the most creative member of my family and make a living doing it and the truth that I’m the most “well read” member of my family are just a few of the items that seem to have gotten lost in the potential contributions that Uncle Dino could bring to the “upbringing” table.
I get it. Perception is reality. Harry and I both enjoy Las Vegas and the occasional game of naked billiards, which probably overshadows the fact that my favorite John Steinbeck novel is OF MICE AND MEN. And I’m sure Harry’s read a book or two as well. But who cares. Such is life.