As I left home this morning, the sun was shining, the sky was an almost cloudless blue, and snowflakes were falling. I looked around for a snowbow, but there are too many tall buildings in my neighborhood, and I couldn’t find one.
In this observation must lie a parable or a parallel or a metaphor or an omen or something. Maybe four years from now I’ll know what it was.
In the meanwhile, my best wishes to our forty-fourth President. And let me add that my American flag will be flying during his Administration, just as it did during those of his predecessors. A man who cheers on his country only when his own party is in power is a patriot only in the scoundrel-refuge sense.
A lady I knew told me that when it rained when the sun was shining, it meant that the devil was beating his wife, so I told people after that that it meant Bill was beating Hil...
Posted by: oldest & wisest | Thursday, January 22, 2009 at 04:00 PM