Thursday October 17
Two pieces of good news last night suggested this poem. Congress pulled back from its cliff of craziness and the Tigers won!
The drama in Congress and a moment of respite and temporary resolution brought the conclusion of Abraham Lincoln’s 1861 inaugural to mind.
“We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.”
Abraham Lincoln — 1861 Inaugural
It is good to be home.