I looked at my watch. It was a quarter
after 6. I figured with it being early evening, Walgreens, up on Madison
Avenue here in Covington, wouldn’t be that busy. I’d walk up there and
get me another bottle.
On Labor Day, 1994, I got a phone call from twin brother’s
friend in Seattle, Wash., where my twin, Jered, lived. This friend told
me that Jered was in a Swedish Hospital in serious condition. He also
told me Jered had AIDS. This was the first I’d heard about it.
hard for me to really say when my eyesight started to go so horribly
bad. I guess it was more or less a gradual thing, but during the
spring of last year, it seemed to suddenly worsen. More and more, I
was living in shades of pale.
sounds outside my apartment window in Covington have some along with
the warmer weather. I often hear stray cats howling or even fighting
early in the mornings. One recent morning in particular, they woke me
up at five o’clock. It
was a day I wasn’t really looking forward to.
I gave America a Labor Day party this
weekend and it was a lot of work. The kids aren’t so much interested in
fireworks anymore, but rest assured we adults still like our alcohol. America, are you tired? I know I am.
Tired of the 50-hour workweek, or the no workweek. Tired of 1 % of your
population owning 40% of your wealth. Tired of record profits and
thievery being subsidized.