Last night a little Central American girl appeared in my dreams, waving to friends as she was taken away by ICE.
Instead of the wind rustling the prairie grass, or seagulls squawking on the Eastern Shore, perhaps CBS Sunday Morning could leave us some week with a truly American sound: the POP POP POP of gunfire.
Watching Robert Mueller yesterday I thought how wonderful it would be to once again live in a country where people of such probity, integrity, and selflessness actually get elected president.
As more states legalize marijuana, “the new sobriety” is on the rise.
Driving back from the spring training game with my friend Rob, I switched to the left lane as I approached the red light.
“You’re in the polite lane,” Rob said, aware that I didn’t want to block anyone wishing to make a right turn on red.
We’re off to Texas this afternoon, where, I imagine, the polite lane thrives. I’ll be back on April 8th.