My Blog: Sharing my opinions, feelings, views to all who are interested. My perspective aged like a fine wine. The grapes matured and ripened; the liquid released from the fruit is crisp, clean,clear. Savor from the oak barrel that was built by an experienced crafts person.

Karen Levi

Nov 61 min read

THE LAST DINNER

Last night, November 5, 2024, I spent a lovely evening with friends. We were nervous but hopeful. We sat down to a delicious meal of Chinese food. Everything tasted so good. We ate ravenously, all of us, like this meal was the last for a long time. Being sated, we sat back and sighed. The streets of Northwest Washington D.C. were quiet, far away from the excitement at Howard University, Kamala's base for the night.

Someone commented, "It's time to turn on the television."

I said, "Yes, it's 8 p.m. Couldn't we pretend that we live in a vacuum and sit here? No news, no strife."

We all knew that the world could not be shut out, certainly not for us news junkies, social and political activists, writers, and poets.

So we turned on CNN. I drove home carefully. I turned my television on to MSNBC. The rest will be a sad chapter in history books that children will study. I fear half of them will never learn.

My Blog: Sharing my opinions, feelings, views to all who are interested. My perspective aged like a fine wine. The grapes matured and ripened; the liquid released from the fruit is crisp, clean,clear. Savor from the oak barrel that was built by an experienced crafts person.

THE LAST DINNER

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