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One of my old Sunday School teachers has two sons in the Maryland National Guard; one of them is in Iraq, and the other is heading to Louisiana (sometime *next week*.) My sister and I looked at each other across the coffee hour table and said, "Well, at least the Maryland Air National Guard will still be around, since they won't have any aircraft." (Actually, those C-130's are currently being used to ferry our National Guard troops in the relief effort. I wonder if Bush is still going to approve the recommendation to take them away?)
I don't want to be this cynical /: There's a reason I rarely talk about current events; it requires following the news, which requires being constantly depressed. I haven't been even able to continue my project of listening to old This American Life episodes because they've been getting so darn depressing. (and those are just the obviously non-partisan ones I've hit on lately.)
Anyway, after church we went to a game with the congregation, all sixteen who showed up, and sat through fifteen *riveting* innings of AA baseball. (The Baysox lost, 1-4). It's good to know that the ending of the National Anthem, sung loud and throbbing to a crowd, can still give me shivers. It's also good to remember that when it's sung, it always ends on a *question*, a question whose answer should never be taken for granted. (Also, I think I want to get a large American flag to put with my end-of-the-world supplies in my closet. In a real doomsday scenario, having it might help more than anything I can think of other than water purification tablets. Of which I actually have some now, but they date back to Dad's hiking days in the '70s, so I'm not using them unless the only other alternative is much worse.)
I don't want to be this cynical /: There's a reason I rarely talk about current events; it requires following the news, which requires being constantly depressed. I haven't been even able to continue my project of listening to old This American Life episodes because they've been getting so darn depressing. (and those are just the obviously non-partisan ones I've hit on lately.)
Anyway, after church we went to a game with the congregation, all sixteen who showed up, and sat through fifteen *riveting* innings of AA baseball. (The Baysox lost, 1-4). It's good to know that the ending of the National Anthem, sung loud and throbbing to a crowd, can still give me shivers. It's also good to remember that when it's sung, it always ends on a *question*, a question whose answer should never be taken for granted. (Also, I think I want to get a large American flag to put with my end-of-the-world supplies in my closet. In a real doomsday scenario, having it might help more than anything I can think of other than water purification tablets. Of which I actually have some now, but they date back to Dad's hiking days in the '70s, so I'm not using them unless the only other alternative is much worse.)
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