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Well, anyway, I got up about noon, made a wonderful breakfast of one scrambled egg, sausage, and English muffins. It never fails to amaze me how much food is available. I guess I have some pre-life memory of a time of real hunger in Russia or Israel or somewhere. I really appreciate food.
Then Alex and I went to the airport and had a super-good hot dog at Five Guys. Their restaurants are spartan but the food is fabulous.
Then, onto AA flight 75 to LAX. Lots of passengers coming up to me to commiserate about the election. I keep thinking that this election was a huge thing: The white man’s reign in America is over—at least the white man without being allied with some other man (by man, I mean human). That’s a big change. I wonder how long it will take us to become really violently racially divided. I hope and believe never, but it could happen. I really, really pray, never.
But I worry about prisons, where whites, blacks, and Hispanics do not associate at all—at least from what I have read. In some states, you can get killed (I am told) for sitting down at a table with prisoners of a different race. I wonder if prisons are harbingers of the future, telling us what our most basic feelings are. I sure hope not.
The flight home was madness. A nutty-looking man in front of me kept putting his seat back in my face. He was a teeny-tiny little fellow and he didn’t need to do it. But he kept doing it. He gave off a vibe of complete insanity. He had a peering rabbit face. He was with an equally nutty-looking woman and a hugely fat young man, who also looked distinctly ill, physically and mentally.
I went back to an empty row in coach to get away from that group’s horrible aura. I made a list of all of the times God has spared me, saved me, from wildly crazy drunk driving, from very bad, potentially life-ending misconduct with drugs, from association with bad girls.
Most of all, I thought how God has put my wife in my life when I did not even remotely deserve anyone as wonderful as she is. She is beyond wonderful. She is super-humanly wonderful. I consider her genuinely Divine. I am sad Mr. Romney lost, but I win every day I have Big Wifey. I am sure Mr. Romney feels the same way about his wife. God is good.
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