Hot night as promised here in backwoods Rhode Island. All my office windows cranked desperately open. "Yoohoo, wind! Come here, lover."
Cool breeze scarves sought, my sign says by the road. Sure tonight every inch of outer clothing is a burden. He soon stripped past late night callers. Outside across the compass, distant towns pop their fireworks. What's it all mean?
I have in my temporary care the story of the Gettysburg battle. Was it an event we vaguely remember for school exams? Was it an event a nation cannot afford to forget? Sunni vs. Shiite? North vs. South?