Sadness and Beauty

It was a beautiful last day of summer, turning into a clear cool night.  We chatted barefoot in the driveway this evening with my brother and sister-in-law who had stopped over to pick something up.  Later we listened to two Great Horned Owls calling to each other in the woods behind our house.  I read the paper, full of stories of the basest of human nature, while listening to the most eclectic and awesome collection of music from Big Daddy’s ipod playing over our stereo system.  I grieved for the carefree days when our country was strong and healthy, and the specter of global warfare didn’t seem so possible.    This quote from a column written by Pat Buchanan kind of sums up these times in a nutshell:

“What the Greatest Generation handed down to us–the richest, most powerful, most self-sufficient republic in history, with the highest standard of living any nation had ever achieved–the baby boomers, oblivious and self-indulgent to the end, have frittered away.”

So sad, in a world so beautiful.