In spite of the Presidents insistence yesterday that North Carolina Cities are “blood-soaked killing fields”, I went shopping , at Michael’s, channeling my inner Martha Stewart: Binder, Archival Binder Sleeves Mounting Paper and Photo Corners for organizing a dozen years of my photography at Cary Ballet Conservatory. Ballet! Worse, this afternoon, I finished putting up my homemade chicken stock, not 48 hours after making vegetable stock! And replaced Air Wick Room Fresheners! Listening to classical music on WCPE! And submitted my 2026 Cary Photographic Artists Open Juried Competition Entries – all images of Paris!
Which is way better than making a hole in the water with 120 other young bucks in a Lafayette Class Fleet Ballistic Submarine for months, standing watch in Missile Control Center, ready to obey lawful orders and incinerate a few million poor souls who lived too near Soviet Radar sites with ancient Polaris A-2 Missiles and unreliable , 100 times Hiroshima yield, W47-Y2 fusion bombs. 55+ plus years later, the current versions are still, indefensible. And still unavoidable, Madness aka, Mutual Assured Destruction Doctrine. No winners. C’est la guerre.
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