I could not let America's 250th birthday pass without some comment. I love this country, but frankly this is not the country that I grew up in. I'm not sure exactly where we went wrong and although it would be very easy to blame the current administration and the whole MAGA movement, that is to easy of a solution and not entirely true. What ills America today is a combination of things. A combination of errors, bad decisions, mistakes that created a cascading effort. We simply are not the country we thought we were and the proverbial chickens have come home roost. Nor do I have a solution. So why write about America's 250th birthday at all? Because I believe in this country, despite where we are currently. Because I am a student of history and we have seen all this before, and we have seen the solution to it as well. Because after much thought about the state of the world and reading ...
I lay in bed this morning as a summer thunderstorm rolled over and through me. It was early, about 5:30 AM when the deep rumble woke me from a sound sleep. The rain was hard, fast and beat down on my metal roof with a chaotic pattern. The room temperature dropped and both my black cats scrambled off the bed as a BOOM echoed in the distance. Susan, me wife, rolled over and tucked herself in a little more, oblivious to the storm outside the windows. There is something about a summer storm early in the morning. The air is cleaner, cooler and the dirt and grime of the world seems to be washed away with only potential remaining. I'm been thinking a lot about potential. Several years ago my step daughter was putting together her Zombie apocalypse team because that was a thing. I was honored when she included me. "Oh," I asked her, "what is my job?" "Bait." She said laughing. "You have...