After the raids today I'm wondering how many charred and broken Kurdish civilians are heaving and wheezing their last gasps tonight as I sit here and sip a glass of Macallan 15 y/o single malt. Now 10PM and a cooler fall breeze visiting my cedars.
It's a gentle 6AM dawn there right now. The new day to be the last for many innocents.
So profoundly and exceedingly grateful to be born, by providence and serendipity, in central Texas: HKS