island time

the 700 club is calling for assasinations, our troops are dying in humvee's that aren't combat ready, gas is almost three bucks a gallon, AK47s need to escort our ferry's to port, busses aren't safe, the supreme court justices are becoming a frightengly conservative bunch, the richer are getting richer and the poorer are getting poorer, and the storm of a lifetime named katrina is knocking on the gulf's front door. some say its the end of days. some days i agree. we went to the island and picked blackberries to make sloshy drinks with vodka, we sat in the hotub, went beach combing for shells to put in our garden, BBQ'd and hung out with family and friends.... not caring is so much fun.