Blustery March weather. Four for the balance of the hour with two friends coming for part of the time. We speak of weather as the wind swings to the North and blowing spattering rain. We speak of veterans and the centuries of deceit by government from Shay's Rebellion to the Bonus March and all the homeless veterans after VietNam and now. On so many levels war is wrong. Of late we've commented on the decrease in virulent hostility directed toward us - this hour many angry people cursed us. One young man called us F'in Hippies and suggested we get jobs. He was far too young to have that particular absurdity grounded in any experience - parroting an ignorant elder perhaps. Seriously - that is "So 1970's".
His comment spurred a small discussion on the wisdom of a contemporary commune - for elders.
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