Friday, July 3, 2026

Bombardment

 July 3, 2026

The news is mostly about the heat– some new Trump atrocity, and the heat. Joy came into this wallow with visiting World Cup nations such as Scotland, Norway, Netherlands bring mirth to our cities. Some commentators cite that as proof that all will be well after the present nightmare passes, and I agree. 

Sat on the porch at morning reading Yeats. I haven’t taken him up since I retired, and he hit with the force of the First Time. But Love has pitched his mansion in the place of excrement. . . .

Bombardment of fireworks. The sound is so engaging I forget there is fire as well. 

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