Veterans Day 2016

This old flag belonged to my Grandfather, it's old, stained and a bit tattered, but still in reasonably good condition.  My Grandfather, his father and my dad are all Veterans and served in the Army.  They have all passed on, but I always think of my Grandfather in his uniform. He wore it once a year, on Memorial Day. I don't have any pictures of him wearing it, which is very sad, but I still remember him all those years ago. 

Thank you to all the Veterans here and in the hereafter 

for your service for this great and wondrous country.  

You will never be forgotten.

~~~Diane~~~

And Now What?

  The day after the election 2016 ...

The party's over the winner announced.  But is our path set? Are we following the leader or just going our own separate ways? And where exactly are we going?

Where do we go from here?
We are a nation divided, not a clear cut line across the states, but a checkerboard of people with different basic beliefs. When you're out and about, almost every other person you cross paths with will have the polar opposite view of the world from the way you see it.

Friends, co-workers and even families have been broken apart, perhaps forever. We have a few things in common and I guess that's what will get us through, as long as we have civility.

How do we go on? Or are we going back, back say, 50, 60, 100 years?

I wonder, was it all about one person winning? 

And are all the rest of us just losers?

Only time will tell.

What does make  me feel better is an article by our very own dear Garrison Keillor who tells me that we progressive liberals are in the clear... Read his full article at the Washington Post here.

"The government is in Republican hands. Let them deal with him. Democrats can spend four years raising heirloom tomatoes, meditating, reading Jane Austen, traveling around the country, tasting artisan beers, and let the Republicans build the wall and carry on the trade war with China and deport the undocumented and deal with opioids, and we Democrats can go for a long , brisk walk and smell the roses." Garrison Keillor, Washington Post.