It is almost three in the morning here in North Mississippi. I have already been up for over an hour. The stillness of the hour is comforting, the occasional breeze rattles the tin on my roof. At this point in my life, I have quit trying to figure out why I am always up during this time.
The news this morning is all about Rep. Steve King and his remarks concerning white supremacy. All of the major networks are covering it. Seems that this elected official is having a hard time understanding exactly when racism became offensive. The Republican party has removed him from all committees and took him to task (as they should have).
Rep. King is 69 years old. He is old enough to know better than to make such statements. Racism is wrong, regardless of who espouses these views. Given the lack to term limits in Congress, he has served 15 years. Therefore, he is without excuse. Perhaps it is high time that we place term limits on Congress as well.
It is eerily silent at 0300. It reminds me of Iraq. I have never been anywhere, that the absence of light is as prevalent as Iraq. On the other hand, I have never seen the moon loom as large as it did there either. Looking back at my time in the sand, there were some experiences worth the trips. During the early morning hours before the sun was up, I would go outside and shave while sitting on a T-wall barrier. Gazing out upon this seemingly endless sea of sand, I would think of the children of Israel lost in the wilderness. I think that it would be a harrowing experience to be lost for forty years. This guy wouldn’t survive the trip.
Lastly, baseball season is almost upon us once again. I can’t wait for it to begin. At the beginning of the new season everyone starts off in first place. In life it is no different. We are up this morning. Today is a brand new day, and we get to start over. Enjoy your day. May you smile often, laugh heartily, and don’t sweat the small stuff.
You guys take care and I will catch up with you all soon.