Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Day by Day

I've added Chris Muir's Day by Day strip to the footer of the blog page.

(The End key on your keyboard will take you immediately to the bottom of the page.)

The strip is usually political in nature, but from a conservative viewpoint. And first and foremost, Muir has an excellent wit.

The page will show the current day's strip, so check it daily.

Today's strip is talking about journalists in hotel rooms. To be fair to them, Iraq is not a place where journalists can wander around at will.

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