The cats sharing a meal. This is really the only time they get along--when I put out a plate of wet food for them. They act in concert to get me to give it to them, and then they share together. It's kind of sweet.
I was thinking this morning about waking up 49 years ago. I had gone to bed not knowing if Bobby Kennedy had won the California Primary. I was 11 years old, and completely enraptured by his campaign. He was the first political candidate I paid attention to. I read the paper about his campaign stops and watched the evening news to see what was happening.
I woke up to the news, from my mom, that he had won, but that he had also been shot. To this day I still wonder how the world might be different, if only...
For of all sad words of tongue and pen.
the saddest are these, 'It might have been'.