Well, it was great wandering off into the days when people knew the difference between right and wrong, and knew that there were things you could do and things you couldn’t.

It was also good to spend some time with people who were real, amalgamated heroes. Of course, the reason that they were heroes was that there was awful peril and a world at stake.

Those kinds of people are still around, of course, and some correspondents wrote to remind me that there are young men and women who have made multiple deployments to the various horrors overseas. I would be remiss, before returning to the what passes for reality these days, if I did not acknowledge their considerable sacrifices.

I saw them at Walter Reed, in the Ortho Clinic, learning how to use their new limbs. It was humbling and affirming at the same time. So, to them, I think we ought to give some sincere thanks and not say that bravery and honor are things left to the great struggle against Fascism.

This is late. I have already written two fairly massive stories this morning that got me sort of emotional. I don’t feel like sharing them- who needs the aggravation, anyway? I was pretty much calmed down when a pal sent me a scathing essay on what is happening on the Border this week that was simply mind-boggling.

You can find it yourself if you want, but I can’t do it today. Sorry. This essay threatened to lurch off into another variation of the previous efforts this morning. Enough is enough. I am going to get some exercise and head for the country.

It is way too nice a day to waste on politics, particularly the toxic process we have permitted- even encouraged- to become the norm, rather than the exception.

Screw it. I am going for a swim.

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