Or Not…
I haven’t felt much like blogging lately. I just backspaced through
an entire rant of election insanities that have had me feeling like
Alice falling down the rabbit hole. I decided not to bother. The
Daughter keeps wanting to check my blood pressure. Glenn Beck
(love you Glenn) most days has me wanting to put my head in the oven.
And then tonight, while aimlessly surfing links just to avoid writing
blog posts or email…I saw this photo…
Hello My Name is - Joe The Plumber
and yes we - are related
we’re American
laugh at his dream
and you’re laughing at mine too!
ht/Common Cents
…and I felt…better…encouraged. I remembered standing with the FReepers at WRAMC, at the Rallies for the Troops on Public Square, watching an F 22 Raptor and three P 51 Mustangs flying together over Columbus,
marching in the Memorial Day Parade with my friend Maria, standing in
front of the Jefferson Memorial for a reenlistment ceremony, the 9/11
Memorial ceremony at the Boulevard of 500 Flags…. and I thought about
the people that I stood with. We were all related…we were all AMERICAN.
(And Congrats to the Phillies for winning the World Serious…way to go Charlie!)