Happy 18th Birthday to PK!

Sweetie: This is a rather disjointed ramble, but it’s almost 1am as I write this.

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It’s hard to imagine that eighteen years have passed since I held you for the first time.

Eighteen years since you decided you were sick of the delays and livened up an otherwise boring wait in the OR prep by deciding today was going to be your birthday … one way or the other. Regardless of Mom’s health and the “no labor” restrictions my heart imposed.

How can eighteen years have passed so quickly?

Friday Anti-War Song

LIVES IN THE BALANCE
– Jackson Brown

I’ve been waiting for something to happen
For a week or a month or a year
With the blood in the ink of the headlines
And the sound of the crowd in my ear

You might ask what it takes to remember
When you know that you’ve seen it before
Where a government lies to a people
And a country is drifting to war

And there’s a shadow on the faces
Of the men who send the guns
To the wars that are fought in places
Where their business interest runs

On the radio talk shows and the T.V.
You hear one thing again and again
How the U.S.A. stands for freedom
And we come to the aid of a friend

But who are the ones that we call our friends–
These governments killing their own?
Or the people who finally can’t take any more
And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone

There are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire
There’s a shadow on the faces
Of the men who fan the flames
Of the wars that are fought in places
Where we can’t even say the names

They sell us the President the same way
They sell us our clothes and our cars
They sell us every thing from youth to religion
The same time they sell us our wars

I want to know who the men in the shadows are
I want to hear somebody asking them why
They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
But they’re never the ones to fight or to die

And there are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire