Tuesday
Tuesday morning: walking day, Tuesday and Thursday. Starting behind our school, we take turns choosing the route, my turn today, I’m thinking we may walk out Bunkers Cove Road past where several classmates, Cove School class of 1949, lived in those days, the forties. Thursday we go home exhausted, Tuesday concludes with breakfast and, on the way home, a visit with an extraordinary friend or two. We aren’t CrossFit candidates, we’re just staying alive in company with each other and common memories. Two good old boys enjoying the good old days.
In the news this morning, two articles I especially liked. One, a high school senior and his graduation speech. Without intending such, he’s all about defiance of stupidity and the plain vanilla police. I pray he does well in life and that before his life is over there are many more like him.
The other article puts not only Iraq but the entire MiddleEast in perspective, including retrospective of the Vietnam War. We seem incapable of learning from either experience or history, either our own experience and history or the history and experience of those beyond our aid who want neither our presence nor to be like us. They can do without us, and we sure as hell can do without them.
Time for snak-lite so I’m not famished at breakfast.
Amen.
W