One thing keeps popping up in my mind: the holidays.
How absurd--how shallow it seems somehow, to be planning Thanksgiving, parties, turkey and pies, gathering with friends. Surreal somehow.
And then Christmas, Hannukah, and New Years.
Ordinarily my very favorite time of year--even though I am caught in S. Calif and it is impossible to have a proper "Christmas/Hannukah" without cold weather and snow.
Now I don't know. We go through the motions. Somehow playing "pretend". Presents. Excited kids. More parties.
And somewhere, American kids are putting their lives on the line--and losing them. And there are 6,000 ghosts at the party. And there is Anthrax, possibly mixed in with your holiday card from Aunt Priscilla.
Strange Days.
--Boris
Spot on.