I Miss Winter!

What if all the people who are presently rushing into parks or playgrounds to play baseball or soccer, on this fine sunny morning, would instead assemble to demand affordable health care for all Americans?

Sounds simple, but will it ever happen? We Americans are so docile, and so accepting of our decline. The parking lots of the ball fields are filling up with our great gas-guzzling behemoths. Batter up!

In winter, I can walk nearly alone through the parks. The ducks recognize me (I believe they actually do) and come rushing over. I have been known to carry cracked corn in my pockets.

And I have admired the recent weather-- the unpredictability of it: Slashing hailstorms giving way to glorious skies. I miss the quiet of winter.

If only the noise of summer were that of America trying to reclaim its ancient promise, not just sound and fury, signifying nothing.