Well,  Heather and Catherine and I were on such a roll the other day talking about nursing strangers kids that it lead to another subject, “Will I ever clean up those cluttered shelves behind me?”  Okay, that’s part of my Daphversation.  (Today I will finally do it, I will I will). We went into a slightly different direction.

Sidebar, it’s hard to ignore the tragedy of this weekend.  I can’t stop thinking about that lovely 9 year-old girl who was shot by the total piece of S–t.  My heart breaks for her parents.  There’s strangers, there strangers who are parents and there are loner young men who are so screwed up they get kicked out of junior college.  I know it goes against the grain of Americana, but it is not right that loons get to buy Glocks.  The founding fathers said, “The right to bear arms,”  which in their case was a musket.  So, fine going forward we can all carry muskets.  The kind you shoot, reload, put in your gun powder, shoot, etc. Not guns with 31 rounds.