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It was wonderful seeing my kids, grandkids, sister, and friends.  Needed more time with my sister, though, and with various friends I never got to see.  But it was good, and I was able to enjoy what did happen, rather than letting myself be upset about what didn’t.  If I’d learned that skill thirty years ago…oh, never mind.

I heard a bit of the debate, and some of the discussion afterwards.  What I’d love to hear, is someone saying, “Well, I support candidate X, and intend to vote for him, but he lost the debate.”  I’ve never heard that.  From anyone.

Sorry Day in Aggieland

I remember College Station
In the big Hurricane
We knew that when it reached us
We might get some rain

Wasn’t that a sorry day (a sorry day)
A sorry day (a sorry day)
A sorry day great God that morning
When the Aggie’s all got wet.

The gas, it all was rationed
The people screamed in fear
Refugees from Houston
Had bought up all the beer.

Wasn’t that a sorry day….

The post office was closed down
We couldn’t get our mail
The golf course was pelted
With golf balls the size of hail

Wasn’t that a sorry day….

Pools of water gathered
On low spots of the earth
The stoners broke for Austin
And the straights ran to Fort Worth

Wasn’t that a sorry day….

The taxi wouldn’t move
And all the Aggie’s moaned
The rain had gotten bad enough
That football was postponed

Wasn’t that a sorry day….

An observation on contemporary politics

Years ago, when I first became politically active, I liked to speak of reformists in general and the Democrats in particular as rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic. It was a nice, vivid metaphor, and I was young and a sucker for anything that sounded clever. Alas, I can no longer use that metaphor, because I’m older now, and unwilling to grab simple sounding answers. And also because the Democrats are no longer trying to rearrange the deck chairs on the Titanic, they’re just arguing with the Republicans over who gets to sit in them.