The Crash

Feist-dog slept till five today, but it was five to the second. For an imaginary dog, he's very reliable.

Shaving my ball-head and brushing my teeth, he made me cry and think of dead people.

I used to offer Howard Bavender rides how so he could tell me stuff. He traveled the world, but he didn't learn to drive. It amused him that one of George Harmon's business students was so interested in him.

We talked about my ancestral home and the suffering that was happening there. Most of the kids didn't know it, but he was a recognized expert in the world on "the troubles," Even though we sometimes played “Sunday Bloody Sunday” at 200 watts from the windows of the KA house as the sun rose after Saturday night most of the kids I knew had no idea what was happening in Ireland.

When I was young and searching the world for the brown-eyed girl (there were so many of them), I was far more concerned about what might happen to the home of my ancestors than I was for the country I lived in.

Even though I supported Reagan and voted for him, I was starting to have pretty serious concerns that the things he promised weren't happening. There started to grow this gulf between the first person I voted for and me.

Having issues with the president was one thing, though. The system was robust, and even with the vast political power at his disposal, our constitution designed a plan to stop anything really bad from happening.

I was too young to see that both sides really were starting to undermine the structures that kept any possible rogue president in check, and of all the things the Bav warned me about, he didn't mention that. Maybe I didn't ask the right questions.

He retired before George Harmon, leaving behind a letter that praised him. It shocked the world. He moved to the seat of American power and died in the District of Columbia.

I still have some of my masters. I had dinner with Catherine. I said, "Maybe it won't be so bad." She said, "I think it'll be worse." Her perspective on the world is much broader than mine. Still, I hope she's wrong.

People are really starting to get pissed off at me, screaming from the steps of the forum. I get what's in it for the Orange Enfant Terribles and his Afrikaner girlfriend. Controlling people is a fetish, right? and, there's a pretty considerable profit motive. I get what's in it for them, but what's in it for the people who subjugate themselves to it?

Things like this shouldn't be left to the poor poets, the rappers, and the ministers, but here we are.

The rappers sure gave an accounting for themselves, didn't they?

Zorba! Teach me to dance, will you?

Boss, I have so much to tell you. I have never loved a man more than you.

Hey Boss! Did you ever see such a more splendiferous crash?