|It is a quiet Saturday night...
...and a segment of the nation is celebrating lethal weaponry a month after 20 children were slaughtered in a hail of gunfire, and two days from now a Black Democrat who never served in the military will swear the oath for his second term as President of the United States in defiance of 400 ruthless years of history, and a bunch of hostages are dead in an Algerian bloodbath, and it appears we will survive the debt ceiling fiasco and maybe cobble together meaningful immigration reform that won't punish people for being brown, and no one knows where or when the next drone strike will happen or why, and a dear friend is in the hospital after suffering a catastrophic brain injury, but while we assumed he was lost he decided to be found and came out of it to our collective joy, and the seas are rising and the storms are worsening, but more people seem to be realizing that we are passengers here and not owners, and there is so much bad but so much good...
...and in ten weeks, I am going to be a father.
I am not afraid.
I just want to do it right in the midst of this astonishing maelstrom. I don't know how to do that, but I will figure it out.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.