  Waiting for Bryan to get off work, crouching behind a shrub with a bad joke to jump out at him with before he has a chance to expect Im up to something. Metaphorically crouching, of course. If hes up to it, I think this afternoon would be high time to get to cooking up another batch of homebrew. This is it  Nancy Reagan. Forewarning us that hes in his last days, his children by his bedside.
Now, hes a homophobic monster among other things. Many will wipe their brow in relief that an era has ended along with his life. But the disease thats taking him out I still feel sad for him. Poor Nancy having to be there to see it. Nancy, the Johnny-come-lately to the cause supporting stem cell research. (Hard to even write a sentence without a serves you right clause) Remember when Just Say No seemed like a solution? Ah, my childhood recedes Being the same week as the Tiananmen Square 15th anniversary and the 60th anniversary of D-Day, theres plenty to reflect upon. The Ernie Pyle episode of Fresh Air on Monday was so moving, I actually sat down to listen to the show that late afternoon when it was rerun on KPCC.
The CNN of the times with a soul. I may have been 11 in 1989, but I remember that year as the beginning of really taking an independent interest in world events. It was so inspiring to see the people struggling against oppressive governments and winning. And November of that year marked the demolition of the Berlin Wall. And now these days, I just want to cringe before the gaze of the world, at our governments behavior around the globe.
Its silly and na to call for a return of the simplicity that a child projects onto her environment, but its not too much to call for a reexamination of the impetus that causes our government to intervene in affairs not our own? Lord, send us a savior! Let her be fiscally conservative and secular! ! 
