A KISS THAT ONLY MEANT GOODBYE

I think it's chiffon. But it could be satin. Whatever the material is, silver and gold with a tinge of beige, it's like a big cloud.

That is, I can see lots of images in it. The Joker stands out. I also see a cartoon rabbit in the upper left corner. A side view of a head reflected also in a mirror. A woman's smiling mouth showing lipstick and white teeth. And a reclining merman.

So what does it all mean? Different people look at situations differently. How just this week, I shook my head and wondered where logic, where common sense, where morality has gone.

When Scotland released the Pam-Am bomber because he has terminal cancer. When he's welcomed home by Libyans waving flags. I guess killing 270 innocents is a thing to celebrate.

The celebration of Michael Jackson's life continues. For a man with obvious talent but also with obvious problems. Serious problems. We seem to be country who doesn't mind unborns being aborted or, at least in Jackson's case abused as children. Never mind the outright creepiness of what he did to his own body.

Finally, it hit me hard this past Sunday as I was on my way to church. People were out walking, playing tennis and golf, continuing their recreation as if Sunday were no different than any other day. I parked on the street in front of a Karate studio where teacher and students were loudly playing music and chopping the air. I hope they could hear our church bell and our organ over the din.

See what a little chiffon will do to a guy?