Thursday, July 12, 2018


To this day my finger memory can dial the number of Mine Group ONE in Seattle. It hasn't been there for decades. I don't even have to look, the fingers will do it. Tonight is a memory, some of mine, not the rest. My parents lived in Arlington, VA for about a million years. I would visit them, not as often as my mother would have liked but, whenever the navy sent me thru DC. I would go down to the Mall and the Smithsonian every time. That included, back in the day, the Thomas Jefferson Memorial

"I have sworn upon the altar of God eternal hostility against every form of tyranny over the mind of man."

I only swore an oath six times. That seemed enough. His seemed like a good one though.

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