The Summer That Will Always Be Remembered …
At 1:00 a.m. this morning, the time I would normally be responding to comments, catching up on the day’s news, and trying to find a focal point for my afternoon post, I began watching a documentary. Our friend Keith recommended this one a while back, and I had watched only the first few minutes at that time, but kept it pinned to my taskbar so that I wouldn’t forget about it. I thought, at 1:00 this morning, that I would watch 15-20 minutes of this nearly two-hour program, then get busy on comments and such. But before long, I had watched 50 minutes, mesmerized, sometimes with tears in my eyes. I paused for a bathroom break and to make myself a piece of toast to settle the acid in my stomach, then returned to the video. At 3:00 a.m., the documentary was done, the toast eaten, and a lump in my throat the size of … Mississippi.
