Spent most of yesterday morning on the phone with Comcast, Allstate, and the other black-hearted pirates we allow to run our lives. It's pointless to go into detail, but the ordeal included missed connections, non-English speakers, and the usual reasons to just drop everything and move to Morocco.
All was forgotten, though, during a delightful lunch with Peg. We talked and talked and talked, then I followed her to her house. It's in a gated community, quite large, and has a lovely, flower-filled deck. There's an interesting layout, which includes the two bedrooms being in the front, so both master and guest are nicely private.
Stopped in Manahawkin after to get four big mums, cottage cheese, and more note cards. Today, I'm going to the cemetery; I need to straighten out some questions about the burial plot.
Wider: Jeff Huber, on Anti-War.Com, has a terrific piece called "Death By Bananastan," the last meaning, he says, "Pakistan and Afghanistan, our banana republic-style quagmire in Central Asia."
"It is just another example of how the Pentagon and its supporters (like Max Boot and the rest of the neocon punditry) are entrenching themselves as deeply into Bananastan as they are able while the country is distracted by the economy, health insurance reform, and the opening of the NFL’s regular season."
Wider On A Different Topic: A great letter on healthcare was featured in The Press of Atlantic City yesterday, by good friend and neighbor, Dennis R. Here's the link:
http://www.pressofatlanticcity.com/opinion/letters/article_fe8fa59a-ccdf-525a-b960-af6b414d46d0.html