Syria, Syria, Syria. And six posts worth reading.
If that has made you feel as nauseated as it did me, you may need a little Southern weed, or a pint of Guinness or a trip to the beach. Late this afternoon, I did the latter up here at the end of America. It was a day with all the visual intensity of fall and all the warmth and gold of summer. It was so beautiful it strained the eyes and filled the lungs.
I have to say that photo of John Kerry is haunting me. What on earth has become of his face?
Know hope. And see you in the morning.