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From the Baltimore Sun:

John McCain once had the most powerful brand in American politics.

Say, didja know that gas is over $4/gallon? Or maybe that there is a movement afoot to increase domestic supplies and work towards that “energy independance” slogan you hear every four years or so?

The alternate history of June 6, 1944 is too terrible to contemplate

There are few days in history that continue to capture the imagination and fascination of Americans the way June 6, 1944 does. Perhaps the day's only close rival is the day President Kennedy was shot.

It’s a worn out cliche’ that I tend to use too often, but, has it really been 7 years since the world has had John Hartford walking around? 

In a minute, I’m heading out to pick up my friends from the airport.  It so cliche’ to say…but I am truly blessed with some very good friends, many of whom send the coolness meter soaring.

Saturday, I was listening to The Beaver, which is some radio station in the hinterlands and I was having a good time because they were playing songs I have no compunction about singing at the top of my lungs, even in front of strangers–”Family Tradition,” “Shut Up and Kiss Me,” “Forever and Ever, Amen,” and so on.

Why yes, you must continue to put up with me pondering Busy Girl's 8th grade graduation for another week or so.

In the midst of handing out money right and left during this graduation season and driving her from place, to place, to place, to place, the significance of the whole thing is dawning on me.

The spiritual dimensions of BG zoomed past cliche to profoundly theological last weekend in the episode called "Faith," which has Starbuck's rendezvous with the Cylons and President Laura Roslin's gripping confrontation with mortality via the speeches of Gaius Baltar.

I missed this one last week but it really needs a post. I know, full-time job, blogging, running my dog’s presidential campaign. I’m a busy woman. I missed it.

But it’s a great post so here.

So Suzie turned 12 twelve today.

Gulp.

And in a sense that is much more more true than cliche, I can't believe it has been dozen years. Seems like only yesterday we were back at Batists Hospital holding our littleone wondering "now what?"

Some thoughts from that time twelve years ago...