It's a Sunday afternoon in the middle of July and it's 90 degrees out. I've been to 10 events this week with one more coming in a couple of hours - the sixth birthday party for a little girl named Ava. Alexis had a lot of fun last night picking out dresses for her.
Hate propels us forward to new heights of hilarity and doom. The show that we watch and listen to every night and day won’t stop. We feed it. We need it.
It’s a national hate. It weakens us. Patriotism means something different now. So does compassion. As Americans, we walk around bewildered in our certainty. We are sure that our side is best. I wish I could share in your certainty.
It’s Sunday night, July 7th. You and I and most of the world except students and teachers go back to work tomorrow. Here in the Midwest it’s been good weather. Kaplan made a killing on fireworks.
Alexis and I did what we always do, which is putz around from one event to another. We just returned from 12-year-old Little League regionals. Munster beat State Park (Chesterton) 6-3. This sets up a showdown Monday night between Hessville and Munster.
Thank you, Mrs.
Davis, for the
amazing cornbread. When
you take off your makeup
at night, I watch.