I watched “Good Morning Vietnam” last night. Thinking about Adrian Cronauer’s life in Saigon somehow seemed relevant with things about to implode in Baghdad. This weekend marks the Iraqi elections. All hell is going to break loose. The timing is near and dear to my heart. My son is about to turn 18. My Valentine’s baby. Actually, he also is known as the baby with whom I labored through Friday the 13th.
But as he applies for college financial aid (see previous post), he must also register for the selective service.
I am watching the job listings in Canada.
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