IT WAS JUST ONE DAY

Nothing significant. Mundane. I remember it, but not well. I couldn't tell the exact day, month or even year. All I can remember, it happened during the Clinton years.

The world seemed to turn upside down. Most things I had believed all my life were suddenly turned upside down.

Common decency, respect, values, morals--all thrown out. I was reminded of Ray Bradbury and something he might have written. How one day, for whatever reason, wrong was right and right was frowned upon. Sneered at. I suddenly knew what effete snobs were.

Truth was no longer a priori, but there were levels of truth, shades of truth, interpretations of truth. "It all depends on what your definition of is is," an impeached President told a committee and a world looking on.

And the country must have bought it. In a recent movie a young actress after having the same kind of relationship that called the "is/is" into question, tells the girlfriend of the young man she'd been with, "he never even kissed me".

So. I'm waiting. For the time when what's right is right and what's wrong is wrong. They're parallel lines, and if Mrs. Richardson was right in Plane Geometry, they never cross. Or even get close.