This is the catch phrase of terrorism in our country. Well, I am looking at and reading about atrocity, killing of innocents, and destruction of property. They are bombing civilian areas. Even if you spin it around as a Republican might, death and destruction of cities and innocents is hard to explain except as a war crime. Enough! It is like a classic “Bully” movie. The cowed population cowers until the hero saves the day. We are the ones who need to step up. Please. Please! “Thoughts and prayers” inadequately stand up to rockets, shells, and bombs. A man who can say, “I don’t need a ride. I need ammunition.” deserves to be saved.
I was infatuated by Kristina. She was niece to a famous neurosurgeon. Cool. We had a brief travel encounter heading toward Oslo. I never saw her again. It was her decision. Better for me (much!!). Strange girl. I had back pain. She opened her handbag and took out a bottle of mixed assorted pills, found a couple and handed them to me. ??? Oh, she said, I know what they are by their looks. I took ‘em. Trust! It’s wise she did not hook up with me. After all, history says that if you wait, you will meet Colleen once more. Oh! Thank you! I laugh, though. We stopped along the way to Oslo, spontaneously knocking on a random door to a mansion, and getting a tour from the mistress of the house. That is definitely not my usual, or, maybe… You may smile (or not) to see the weaving, which Colleen can undoubtedly comment. Warp, weft, pattern, they are all discernible to the eye of a weaver. Me? I am very happy in the place I am in, right here, and, now. I am with a very smart woman, indeed!