I'm back at my gym now, running my daily seven mile
around the second floor circuit. 10 laps a mile
and the only thing to look at are the walls of the hallway
and whoever has just passed me. The only way
it's tolerable is with recorded books on my iPod,
but I don't know how to get the damn thing off random.
I'm listening to a book about the luminaries of the American
Revolution, but it's scattered about, and Paine, Franklin,
Adams, Hamilton, and Jefferson are variously foolish kids
or hot blooded or being shot or creeping into senility.
Only Washington remains constant, reflecting our love
for the man. It's a sin in America to point
out his failings, so in the book he has none.
he rest of them are coming to me as human
beings though, one moment resolved,
the next confused, both overjoyed and defeated
and always struggling. It is not doing much
for a chronological understanding of the era,
but I think this is the most accurate
description of humanity that I've ever read.