I am concerned. I am uncomfortable with the bombings. I do not approve of them.
There is a silence that permeates the past couple of days. When domestic issues were at the forefront, everyone was discussing what was going on. Especially related to healthcare. People on the street as well as the media.
We bomb Syria and Afghanistan, the silence is overwhelming. This weekend it could be North Korea. When North Korea, the bombings will be big time. Not 59 missiles or the mother of all bombs.
ISIS could still retaliate. On our shores. Several Boston marathon type hits. North Korea, a disaster. I envision the USS Vinson being hit and possibly sunk.
If we stay on the road of these military adventures, expect disaster to strike our shores. You hit me, I am going to hit you back and harder. We are inviting such action.
Then everyone will be talking.
Headed to bocce last night. No one there. No bocce. A bye night.
I headed over to Don’s Place. Sure to run into my team mates. I did. David, Stan, and Clare. Also, Frankie, Sandra and Mike. A couple of drinks and good conversation.
Stopped at Publix on the way home. Still dieting. Will not sunday. I buy diet groceries in small amounts so extra Publix visits required.
Donna telephoned while I was wandering the aisles of Publix. Invited me to dinner tonight. I am to be Donna and Terri’s guest at Conch Republic for stone crabs.
The streets were flooded yesterday. Rain extremely heavy in the morning. High tide mid morning. Never fails.
The drama continues. Count von Cosel and his love Elena Hoyos Mesa.
Von Cosel stole her body from the grave. He kept her remains in his bed at home for 7 years. Then discovered. He was never tried. Statute of limitations.
Von Cosel had a large mausoleum constructed for her remains in the Key West Cemetery. Some time later, von Cosel left Key west for good. Two hours after he left Key West, the mausoleum exploded. Fractured into several pieces.
It was believed von Cosel was responsible. Every one assumed he was guilty. Never charged. The town figured he was crazy and good riddance that he had let Key West.
Today, a sad day in American history. Lincoln shot. He was at the Ford Theater in Washington. Shot in the back of his head.
He was taken across the street to the Petersen House. A boarding house. He was placed on a bed in a back room.
Lincoln died early the next morning.
I visited Washington as a tourist several years ago. For a whole week. My visits included the Ford Theater and the Petersen House.
Two recollections. The Ford Theater was small. The other was the bed that Lincoln lay on in the Petersen House. It had to be too small for a man of his stature.
Enjoy your day! If you are Christian, remember Jesus some time between noon and 3.