Strange Days

[image error]

I’m not a stranger to political violence.  And I have no interest in it.

Sometimes I feel like I must be, for sure that my life is a novel, and a very well foreshadowed one at that.

Black September and the Munich massacre which marred the first time I was aware of the Olympic games (which provided something to watch on TV through the first dreary summer when my brother went away with friends and I was left to my own devices for amusement) foreshadowed September Eleven.  And I’m hoping very h...