Witness Bearer, I'm Forever Yours .. Faithfully

I've returned from "bearing witness", with Bach for background, in a Northern Virginian vineyard. I later, as a squirrel would do in preparing for winter, stuffed my face to pure jazz, and enjoyed my cake with some subtle folk tunes. You might assume that I was bursting out of my Cosabella-Soire-Demi-Bra by the end of the evening, and you would be correct, however as is the case with most demi bras, it really didn't much matter. I could not complain about a celebration where the music and the food were both divine; a rarity with weddings. Let all my future witness bearing take place under similar conditions, replacing the wedding song with Coltrane, and I will bear witness until my fingers are withered and my toes are curled,( neccessitating the use of a magic platinum tipped cane). Long weekend it has been for sure, and books, notepaper and wordprocessors are calling my name, sweetly right now but soon they will become shrill, so I must go before that nonsense commences. I can't help thinking though; with everyone so seemingly satisfied and giving kudos to Bush and his speech. Surely people realize that when a dog pees in someone else�s yard and the owner �takes responsibility" that the owner is not really taking responsibility. Don't they? With the massive corruption already seen in the rebuilding of Iraq I just can't wait to see what is going to happen now. Some may find this interesting. Leaders Who Won't Choose To the Democratic Party, from now on simply called The Party: It's important to know that words don't move mountains. Work, exacting work moves mountains. Danilo Dolci Buona notte