October
went out in a blaze of glory. A perfect day weatherwise and pretty darn good
otherwise, with a powerful Intery Mintery celebration, fun Middle School booths
and a pin-drop silent attention as I told the story of The Giant With No Heart
in His Body. The kids in the room pictured the monstrous giant at the level
just right for their psyche, the adults understood the reference to the
heartless pathological narcissist unbelievably at the helm of our country’s
leadership. From school, a lovely dinner at a Puerto Rican restaurant with the
Interns and on to Belvedere Street for an always fabulous festive five blocks
of trick or treating. As every year, I love sharing this holiday with folks
from abroad, proof that we Americans still can still have fun, create magic, go
crazy in the right way.
And
so trick or treat. We’ve had almost a year now of being tricked by this
scandalous and clueless and heartless administration and with the Muller
investigations underway, the players in the game continuing to shoot themselves
(and each other) in the foot, the public getting tired of the shenanigans, I
have hope against hope that November will mark the beginning of the treat we deserve
and so desperately need, the fairy tale ending where the bad guys get their
just desserts and the marriage of heart and mind takes place. May it be so!
And
if we are to take the above story to heart, be kind to ravens, salmon and wolves.
If we are, they will help us find the egg with the hidden heart and do what is
necessary. May it be so!