I was talking to Ivy last week about the state of the nation and the Russia/Georgia war and she said “I’m sort of waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
Now, I know you want to be talking up some Bigfoot right now so bear with me.
As we watch an Arkansas Democratic Party leader slaughtered and the news at one of my juke joints last night the news blared with the press conference that President Bush stating we were supporting Georgia in this matter, Ivy’s words blazed through my cranium.
I was sitting with an older gentleman who leans right of the political aisle and he asked me about Barack Obama and how he would deal with this situation if he were president.
I told him these things were not about right or left because I knew he was itching for a debate and I wasn’t in the mood. We sit comfortably having a hopps and barley beverage and so we have no idea what it is like having tanks drive down our street is what I tell him.
To change the conversation, I asked him what it was like to live in the 60s.
He said very similar to what was going on now.
In Hoots, I’m seeing graffiti that is anti-war. In Hooterville? (I realize I’m showing my age here and for clarification, I see Hooterville as my entire county if you were wondering.)
Is this all related? Probably not.
This is a rambling post with no point really but are we waiting for the other shoe to drop? We are very lucky in this country in so many ways.
But I’m wary.
The normalcy of my life continues. Here at the commune, a 9-year-old niece is going over her spelling words.
We move forward.