Hammer Mill Days

Got this song running through my head. It's one of Matt's from some time ago. I get that a lot, actually. Our entertainment center hasn't worked in ages, so when we're not playing I have to rely upon the jukebox in my mind for my entertainment. And just now it's playing Big Green circa 1989, maybe. Couple weeks ago. The lyric goes like this: Thought we were madly in love but we were just plain mad I always thought we were in love But we were mad, just mad Under a Gothic sky we heard an ancient choir In an amphitheater we compiled notes and prayed aloud We held our breath and heard the voice of uncommon sense We dropped our eyes and saw the floor mosaic move We were in need of uncommon sense We met the face of foolishness In the torrential rain we still open the mail We still shake the pieces Still building boats unsafe to sail We were badly in need of some uncommon law We were sadly in need of some corrective lens We were in need of unc...

I'm undecided as to whether this is a great time to be a political writer or an abysmal one. There is so much going on every day of this new presidential administration, it's enough to fill a months worth of posts. It's hard not to return to the "drinking from a fire hose" cliche, frankly. Even so, I'll take a whack at some of what happened this week in my wobbly, amateurish way and we'll see where we end up. Russia and Germany. Trump's visit with German Chancellor Angela Merkel was odd and awkward. She had that kind of hostage video look, sitting there with Herr Mr. Hair, asking for a handshake and being rebuffed by the new leader of the "free" world. If she isn't uneasy about this president, I don't know what it would take; just listening to the press conference exchanges between Trump and the German press is enough to convince anyone that the man needs professional help. And the rebuff over the handshake will only feed the notio...