In contrast to Mr. George Carlin, I don’t intend for this post to be funny. I’m not very good at doing funny. While Mr. Carlin was adept at poking fun at many things and certainly used a more flowery vocabulary, the only thing I’ll do in his memory is to steal his title. I recently learned that titles can’t be copyrighted, so, authors out there, go for it. (My novel, Full Medical, for example, is often seen as some POD self-help non-fiction work. Unless you’re one of the villains, there’s not much about self-help in it. But I didn’t steal that title. Well, just a wee bit, in tribute to Frederik Pohl and his sci-fi classic Gateway.)
We visited the D.C. area this weekend. Usually a city trying to revert back to the swamp that it was, the humidity was low enough that the heat was tolerable. A good day for demonstrations, I thought. No, I didn’t go see Professor Mouth, Mr. Glen Beck, lead his mostly white crowd in their push to establish an American theocracy. I also didn’t mingle with the mostly black crowd in their nostalgia fix of celebrating Dr. King’s “I Have a Dream” speech. I thought that was going to be on the Mall too, but I couldn’t find it. Just kidding. I wasn’t looking for either one. But the drive from New Jersey gave me time to reflect on where we’ve been and where we’re going.
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