Confused? Not as confused as you are about what's happening on the national political front. For the three or four of you now - and for your progeny reading this in 2067 - there's more than enough consternation to go around. Tonight, they're rioting at my alma mater, UC Berkely. They're burning stuff in Sproul Plaza, which is where I'd sit at lunchtime and listen to mimes play the piano. Alexis and I visited a few times since, and every time we sit in Sproul Plaza and eat from one of the trucks. There's one that still sells veggie burritos with beans and green peppers. I get one every time.
Right now, however, there's no veggie burritos or gyros or chicken kabobs with rice or gelato or quiche. There's just protesters everywhere and cops with guns on balconies. I half expect to wake up and read about some heavy violence. Sure as hell hope not.
I'll have to cut our time short right now. Alexis is coming to bed with me now. We went to see a movie - Moonlight - about a guy who grows up on the mean streets of Miami and fights with himself and others about being gay. Some violence. Some guys kissing. Some drugs and lots of sadness. Not as good as "Lion" but almost. We're trying to see as many movies as possible before the Academy Awards.
Good night for now. I gotta wake up in less than five hours to do a radio show. They've been pretty good this week. You guys make it that way. Dozens of heartfelt phone calls. The only thing I can say that we share right now is confusion and hate. We all have a little hate these days. If you deny it, I don't believe you.