I HAVE a stunning story about the United Nations. Almost too startling to believe. It's guaranteed true. I experienced it with 20 others who participated in the Global Peace Initiative of Women Religious and Spiritual Leaders inside the august Palais des Nations, Geneva, last Tuesday. I know all by name. I have their phone numbers. They can be reached if U.N. personnel challenge this column. Another dozen also witnessed the scene I'm about to draw for you. If needed, they, too, may substantiate what I now write.
Security measures commenced before we left the United States. Lengthy documents had to be completed with our names, addresses, phone numbers, professions, IDs, height, weight, serial number, dog tags, passport information, favorite bedtime snack food, whatever.
I miss the MountainGal also - I hope they're having a ball over there.
I'll do my best to find some news but I'm really sick today. It started creeping on me yesterday and now I feel completly awful.
But there are short periods of normal, I'll try to seize those moments for news. bleeeeeeech!