I'm about to finish another socko novel by Charles McCarry. "Tears of Autumn" was written in 1974 and published in paperback a couple of years ago. It has a theory of JFK's assassination that makes sense and even if you don't buy it, informs the reader of what the geopolitical situation at the time really was. His political thrillers are nail biting and cause the reader to analyze and piece together the complex information that is presented. I'm a fan, now. He holds a mirror up to us as a country, and insists we look at ourselves more lucidly, and cast aside the romantic myths we hold dear.
It's humid here, and hard to adjust to since we tend to dryness. I've lived in the midwest, the east coast and on a tropical island, but it's been many, many years, and I'm surprised to be sweaty and not need covers at night. Of course, like everything else, this could be a symptom of old age, but I prefer to believe it's a weather pattern. As Mother Nature reminded us Friday, the planet rules, not the people. Her random acts of kindness and cruelty fall where they will. Then we play catch up.
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