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

Friday, November 04, 2005

Blog of the Week. Again.

Hey, I know, me again. Won't I please go away, blah blah blah. But, this time, it's war.

(Pay no attention to the rumors the Radioblogger is going to petition the FCC to have me banned.)

MOBsters, we must find a way to unite the families. (For again, another MOBster is in the mix, Perspective and Soda. One of us is going to end up sleeping with the fishes.)

Go here to register your vote.

(For me, Peace Like A River, in case that wasn't clear. My entry is Blue Screen of Death to Conservatives.)

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