Wow, what a horrid morning.
By the time the dawg and I got home from peregrinating around the park and Lower Richistan, I was soaking wet. It is so humid out there that you come inside with your clothes soggy.
Meanwhile, fighter jets ROOOOOAAR out of Luke Air Force Base, preparing for the next World War,
My mother used to love to sit on her back porch in Sun City and listen to them charging back and forth. Didn’t ever seem to dawn on her that the nuclear war they were built to engage would mean the end of her sweet little Sun City house, the end of American life as she knew it, and the end of her.
I guess she either didn’t believe World War III was gonna happen (and fortunately, she was right in that…at least, so far) or she just didn’t care. The war racket used to terrify the bedoodles out of me. But really: why? Once it started to happen, you weren’t gonna live through it. So why get all exercised about it, eh?
And now that I’m old, I suppose I don’t care, either. At least, I don’t get so alarmed at the prospect. Once it starts to happen, I’ll be dead. So…what’s to care about?