The workers keep getting screwed. Barack should have done a bail out for pensions and benefits.
I'm slowly enjoying my last volume of poetry. We'll go back to the library on Saturday. My granddaughter saw the picture book for "It's The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown." I tried to get her to check it out but she didn't and all she can do is say "gray pumpin, gray pumpin, Nana, gray pumpin." So we'll go back Saturday. (And, honestly, if I find a bookstore with it, I'll buy it for her because she just is obsessed with it.)
We wrote about poetry last night:
Betty offered "Lenore Kandel and others," Trina offered "Cornelius Eady," Ann offered "5 men," Rebecca discussed "a trip uptown," Ruth offered "Nancy Boutilier," Kat provided a critique via "8 Major Young Poets?," Marcia suffered through "take hold!" (bland poetry, if you haven't read her post yet), Stan attempted to give "Damon Runyon" a fair break, Elaine sampled "Baby Toes" while Mike explored poetry in verse and in song with "Robert Duncan, Graffiti6" while Wally & Cedric continued the theme by offering the Florida primary results in poetic verse "THIS JUST IN! RHYME AND REASON!" & "The poetic primary."
I'm really glad we did a theme post. I wish we could do them more often but it takes planning and agreeing and it's more work than it should be.
This is C.I.'s "Iraq snapshot" for Wednesday: