| I hate when Life sucker-punches you in the gut. And it's happened so often this year that I'm beyond asking why.
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| "That's what Jagulars always do," said Pooh, much interested. "They
call 'Help! Help!' and then when you look up-- they drop on you."
I have an afternoon all planned out for the not-so-distant future, with a crackling fire, a cozy afghan, a cup of hot cocoa and Pooh. Join me?
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| ...and there it is, just hanging, spelled out in white plastic cups stuck into the mesh:
Kurt = Beards For Peace
What does it mean? Is it a macabre warning? An insanely brilliant equation thought up by an unbalanced mind? A message from the Russians?
Who is Kurt? Where are these beards of which he speaks? Why are they for peace? And does he mean the American We-Really-Don't-Have-Time-To-Fight-Because-We're-Busy-Enjoying-All-Our-Stuff brand of peace? Or the Islamic We-Jihad-You-All! kind?
And most importantly--is it a gang? And is it coming to my neighborhood?
Yes, this is why people are afraid of Detroit.
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| As the deer pants for the stream
So thirsts my soul for You, O God.
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| Life can be SO discouraging!
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