Another hot day. But, the A/C kept perking along. And, I got a lot done on my service project here at The Asylum.
Carlton has been dead for almost 5 years. But he still lives in my head. He had been reminding me that our country survived Warren G Harding, Andrew Johnson, and James Buchanan. But lately, he has been reminding me of John Brown and the note that he passed to his jailer on the morning of his hanging.
I John Brown am now quite certain that the crimes of this guilty land: will never be purged away; but with Blood. I had as I now think: vainly flattered myself that without very much bloodshed; it might be done.
And, Carlton, I miss you. But, you got out in time. You could still do almost everything you wanted to. And, the human race hadn’t gone to hell. I can still do almost everything I want to do. But, I have to watch our country, indeed our world disintegrate.
And on that cheery note. A couple from Dubai. One up top and the B/W below.
