On the subject of there being hope for us yet. I went to a poetry slam tonight (in north Las Vegas) and was amazed at the young street kids there rhyming about important social issues that showed true insight into things I never would have suspected were on the minds of our youth.
A poem about an American deserter that left his unit after being ordered to gun down an innocent family in Iraq brought me to tears.
Not in my wildest dreams did expect that sort of thing on the streets of Sin City coming out of what looked liked gang members.
Yes there's hope. It's slim, but I've never known hope when it wasn't on a diet.
~FK
--- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "Bob Bartop" <bobbartop@...> wrote: Anyway, that was an uplifting story, Frank. There's still hope for the world.
