My schedule has continued to be grinding, between my two jobs and school-- I'm missing time with my kids and with Kim. I'm working on fixing that.
Every day, while waiting for my el at the Western stop on the Brown Line, I see a great and powerful war protest that been up for several years now. In the Printmaker's Cooperative building near Western and Lawrence, here in Chicago, they've simply put up pictures of men and women who were killed in the war in the windows of the building. It's a more powerful statement than anything I could make.
Dylan said, of his anti-war classic A Hard Rain, that he wrote it during the Cuban Missle Crisis, and that each line of the song was the opening line of a song he wouldn't have time to write. I feel the same, in a way, looking at this memorial-- I want to go to each of these people, sit down with them, hear their life stories. But I won't get to do that.
Each photo captures a moment in time, many of them happy. Some are gradutation photos, or a snapshot of some happy moment. They're reminders of the brutal price we-- and mostly they-- paid for this war.