tapestry

Once upon a time I started writing a book.  The preface was about how our stories come together like colored shards of glass in a window or other creation.  That's kind of the way I see mine anyway.  The stories I've heard ten or twenty times are some of the best.  When I began that little project it was freshly post 9/11 and I found myself with Anita of golden tooth fame watching the towers fall in the doctor's lounge.  We made promises then never to forget.  Many of us have.

I think in some way that horrific terrorist attack was a dark warning of the mass killings to come by homegrown radicals.  I read a piece about the Sandy Hook guy and his state of mind before he  slaughtered all those kids, teachers AND his mother who bought all the guns.  He was described as dark, secluded and fascinated with death.  

On a happy note it looks as if the Democratic party may have a highly electable possible candidate for the Senate race.  I believe in my heart that both of our Senators have done their best to work with Trump and meet in the middle.  Sadly, that's not something he does well.  Tweet*

Hope y'all don't have any skunks around.  My house still reeks of it!!

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