So the wife has this sticker on her car,
"War is not the answer".
A knock at the door on a dark night.
A young man, probably 17-19 y/o, asks:
"What is the answer? Isn't war necessary?"
He was polite. We talked a bit.
He said sometimes there's no alternative.
It's an imperfect world, I agreed, and
indeed, there are occasions where unfortunately
violence is necessary to protect oneself, but
it should not be the default way of dealing
with difficult people and situations.
He said he had just moved here (Seattle) from
the south and they very much supported
the military, and was curious about
finding out what people in Seattle thought.
I told him I had been in the Navy,
I have no problem with the military,
but I do have a problem with the
way it is being used.
He seemed to think that was ok, and
he went back out into the street
to smoke his cigarettes with his friends.
Mrs. wife said I should have invited him
and his friends in for dinner and we
could convert them to being
Quackers, the religious society of Fiends.
But I was concerned. He was not a big
guy, not small, just kinda skinny, and
I'm afraid the cat might just
gobble him up on the spot.
The cat gets very hungry in the spring.
Spring? We have not had a hard freeze
this winter yet. It's February and
tomorrow it may hit 60 degrees.
The plants are very confused.