this is my country, my home
Last night I walked past my son, who was sitting on the couch, and he turned his cell phone away from me. He was texting a girl. At the movies with friends, I chuckled as I walk past a couple who were dressed as pirates on my way to see a movie which I very quickly realized was one of the worst movies I had ever seen. Bug, (I could be funny and say, “This is your brain on bugs I mean drugs”.) don’t waste your money! In the middle of the night I shot out of bed at the sound of fireworks and firecrackers in the drive way. “Oh yes, my daughter and her fiancé went to South Caroline yesterday”. I went back to sleep.
This morning I read the news off the web with my coffee. “Don’t be so alarmed about rats in New York restaurants”, “Small town America still believes in the war in Iraq even if their sons die in it”, “Grizzly photographer is mauled by a grizzly again”, “Beaches in N.J. aren’t so safe”, and a photo of war widows laughing out aloud together are what I find. Ah America, land of the free!
I think I’ll go for a walk by the creek now.
