There is a magnificent full moon lounging just above the houses west on 108th Street.
The fat man's face reminiscent of the old Honeymooner's episodes is jolly and benevolent. I have a nice stroll up to Kean Gas for the 20 oz. Dark Roast and a chat with the heroic Ray Wenek, who helped catch a robber and give the louse a few clips in jaw as well, over the morning's paper. Gino Ford, Eddie Ryan and other usual Kean Salonistas should appear.
The moon recalls the majesty and care of God for Man. My lunatic love of poetry gets protracted by this magnificent moon to recall Pope - Alexander Pope.
First follow Nature, and your judgment frame
By her just standard, which is still the same;
Unerring Nature, still divinely bright,
One clear, unchanged, and universal light,
Life, force, and beauty must to all impart,
At once the source, and end, and test of art.
Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism
I get my coffee and chat with Ray Wenek, a Navy Veteran trying to get a job as a fireman having been a firefighter in his Country's Cause.
The papers howl about the Hutaree Militia - sad and dangerous people - lunatics. Natasha Korecki of the Chicago Sun Times does her usual able and clean reporting. I am saddened and a bit creeped out about the young guy from Hammond, Indiana - what a great town. These unhappy and bitter people who embrace a core of belief that perverts the heart are our neighbors - Left Wing Right Wing matters not. They stand under the very same moon as the people they are purported to want to kill - police officers.
For Forms of Government let fools contest;
Whate'er is best administer'd is best:
For Modes of Faith, let graceless zealots fight;
He can't be wrong whose life is in the right:
In Faith and Hope the world will disagree,
But all Mankind's concern is Charity:
All must be false that thwart this One great End,
And All of God, that bless Mankind or mend.
Alexander Pope, Essay on Man
I take my coffee with me. It is going to be a very long day. The moon has dimmed and smiles not at all.