Sipping coffee & texting this beloved girl seventy miles away for about another five hours ... until we all take the show on the road up to her, listening to my mom tell about her age of 6 when they sat in an evening living room listening to Amos ‘n’ Andy on the radio while military planes flew overhead relentlessly & the window shades were all blacked-out by law.  Prejudice & WAR.  Oh the con of man.  History stops to take a shit again & again, and it probably never really had to be.  Not just here in the West … but everywhere.  And always the same sort of man or men at the center of it; different faces, different...philosophies, different measures of greed, always the same sort of man.  & still what have we learned from it?  Just that there’s revenues and real-estate to be gotten, livelihoods to be usurped, lives to be shortened, citizenry to be fleeced for a while then let to recover for a while; ...fleeced again for a time, then left alone (again) to recover for a while.  Gas is now a buck-seventy, …so recover people; recover beautiful woman, beautiful women, benevolent cats & kittens who still remember rock & roll and the heart & soul of art & uprising.

Situation normal, all fcked-up [SNAFU].  Same shit, different day. 

Chapman killed the last holdout of the 60’s & Peace, for nothing special; Bush killed the turn of the Century & the West, for nothing special; …& we, the people, persevere, as usual, amidst poverty, disease, threats of war, …economic turbulence wrought by the movers and shakers unto the rest, & with impunity ~~ it appears for nothing special.  & a grandiose ol’ science fare project it continues to be.  [Broad swath]  Figuratively speaking.  None of us agrees with each other completely, but sometimes we can agree a little.  I think we can all agree with certain aspects of the following:

Bring the soldiers home soon.  Thank you truly for your service courageous boy & girl children, now come on home young men & woman, come home. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. Our thanksgivings will be with distance between our beloveds and us; in this way, we are kindred. & we’re not alone in this, likely there are thousands who will share in thanks today … while loved ones are far away and persevering. Here’s to counted blessings:  (At your leisure, raise a toast)  Cheers....