I spent a LONG day at the Veteran's Hospital in Los Angeles. It is a sobering experience to use the same urinal your WW2 uncle and WW1 Grandfather once did. Where I once held open the door for a Spanish American War vet, relatives help Desert Storm vets. The swedish born wife of one saw my Tlinget belt buckle and made a crack about our country's genocide against the indians. I had to agree, but pointed out most of the 7th cavalry consisted of recent immigrants from Ireland, Germany and Scandinavia and not drafted surfers from Orange County entering Me Lai. Our species has a nasty habit of extreme cruelty to one another. I can name few, if any identifiable groups that haven't warred on another. That includes tibetans now desperately trying to save a culture and the summer of love hippies that dissolved into the Manson Family murders. I should probably take some solvent to the spider's egg sack in my mauser's barrel. It IS scary out there. But, my nieghbors the Nugyens and the Goldfarbs want to have a dinner to welcome the nepalese that just moved in. I think we are having mexican food.