My grandfather shipped off his wife and soon to be born son on the Queen Mary, no lights or deckchairs and running at almost 30 knots, to stay ahead of the advancing horde. He stayed and did battle for the next four years and after his decomission saw for the first time, his now five year old son, my father. Every Nov. 11 I stop at eleven a.m. and remember......
Tonight at 11 p.m. I will sit and meditate for the change of energy from the dark to the light....from the predisposition to settle differences by taking up arms....from the inclination to go from wanting some other guy's stuff, to seizing it by taking up arms....from the machinations of a not so silent few, to control all the necessities of living, breathable air, clean water to drink, the very food we eat that sustains our bodies, and the myriad simple and complex things that bring daily joy into our life, control delivered by legal pen and cold steel. Remembering what happend on Nov.11 is important....then why are we still doing the same ol' song and dance. Time to pick it up or as my favorite DJ in New Orleans would say as his call mantra...'Time for all the childrens to bear down on it"....No More Okey Doke.