The first postcard was sent to print today. Account set up yesterday. Plea for help from artist, alas, went unheeded. Disheartening, given my background. No matter. I kept putting it off because work and school volunteering tasks took up my time. But off it went today. That photo up yonder? That's the front. Down there? That's the back. Who will be receiving it? Heroes. Heroes who vote. Edit: Thankfully, a friend DID step up and made it much better.
On November 9, 2016, I made a decision: nothing but Bruce Springsteen would play on my Jeep's stereo. Ever. No more news stories from KCBS-AM or KQED-FM. No more NPR. No more Armstrong & Getty, for goodness sake, on KGO-AM. No news would cross the barrier into my solitude. Bruce. Lots of Bruce. And sorrow. Lots of sorrow. And anger, an anger at a level I'm not sure I've felt more than once or twice before. It's been more than a year. Bruce remains my sole companion wherever m