by Rick Blechta
I have been trying to come up with a topic for this week and it’s as if I’ve my brain is frozen.
Anyone who’s old enough to remember November of 1963 would likely be able to tell you exactly where they were when John Kennedy was assassinated. I was in 7th Grade Latin class and the principal put the CBS broadcast through the school’s PA. We all sat there with our mouths open listening to Walter Cronkite. School was cancelled and we went home and watched the TV the entire weekend. I was sitting there when Lee Harvey Oswald was gunned down live on television. The events of that catastrophic time made a big impression on my 12-year-old psyche.
So you can imagine what I felt watching the congressional speechifying last Wednesday when they suddenly ground to an abrupt halt, Vice President Pence slammed his gavel down, called a recess, and disappeared out a nearby door. Something was obviously very wrong.
I was then glued to my computer screen — we don’t have a TV — until I ran out of gas around 1:00 a.m.
Anyway, my brain right now is foggy and dull, and I’m too emotionally wrung out to come up with much of anything worthwhile for this week’s post.
Maybe by next Tuesday things will have evened out. They can’t get much worse.
Oh geez! Now I’ve probably jinxed the whole damn thing.
Sorry.
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