Follow Me

We went to see Peter, Paul and Mary last night at Wolf Trap. What we saw was Peter and Paul and a couple of old, sick guys playing backup. Mary is very ill. Mary is also the heart of that group so we left at half time. It wasn't all bad because we went to a place called Tap and Vine by the house to have an apres infirmary brew. I've been wanting to try the place and it looks like it could be a good hangout. When we got home I went to Itunes and downloaded some of the songs I missed at the concert. Follow Me was just one. Another was Hush-A-Bye.

When I was in India we played a game where you had to sing if you didn't perform whatever task you were assigned. I wouldn't do it because Adrian asked me, when he was about 4, not to sing to him at night anymore. I've been reticent about singing ever since. The song I loved to sing to him was Hush-A-Bye. Besides not being able to carry a tune, I also couldn't remember all the words and sort of made them up as I went. He hated that. Now I will listen to it all the time and sing it to him when he comes out for Labor Day week. :)

Someone else who required following was Mr. Cheney. With a net. If you don't believe that we were tricked into voting for Bush after reading Greatest Story Ever Sold, you may believe that we were tricked into agreeing to attack Iraq on the flimsiest of conceits after reading Hubris. We know all this. Some of us wouldn't have voted for Bush under any circumstance and some of us wouldn't believe his and Cheney's stories about Iraq unless one of them walked into a nerve gas cloud. Not that it wouldn't have helped. That's it for me, though. I just can't read any more about the duping of America. Aren't you lucky.