Yeah, But Wait 'til The Sun Shines

 

Well, sir, I'm back in the UK, legally and all and not a minute too soon. Cable news in the States was about to get the better of me. Oh, I could have turned it off. Walked away. Wait- no I couldn't. I would have if I could.

School shootings and indictments. Sinking states and skyrocketing insurance bills. Half the country hates the other half and one of those sides is armed to the teeth. A Supreme Court that is reviled by pretty much everyone.

More than once I've had friends tell me, "I don't blame you. I would leave here, too, if I had the nerve."

I presume they think I'm leaving for a calmer political climate. Of course that's merely a side benefit in my case.

I left for love.

One Chased Gold

Three months apart. Could have been brothers. Deep South, good times, charmed lives, different paths. The first-born kept his nose to the grindstone and Jesus in his heart. He shook more hands and climbed more ladders. The other one found rock'n'roll, or maybe rock'n'roll found him. He thought saints whispered in his ear and took good care of him.

They still do!

Does everybody live happily ever after?

Everything sounds like Song of the South mixed with A Hard Day's Night.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war. That's what Lottie taught both of them.