At the very least, this might give us all a chance to catch our breath while we roil in the eye of this perfect storm of an ugly, yelling, screaming Presidential election enveloped by a an economic and fiscal crisis teetering on a crisis of confidence.
Against the perfect greens and yellows of perfect French farms on perfect rolling hills along perfect craggy coastlines, they are starkly beautiful, these 240’ high white three-bladed windmills.
This is one of those “fools rush in” moments. I am the 900lb Canadian gorilla in the room and the extent of my credentials in attempting a comparison of the vast differences between the healthcare systems in the US and my former Canadian home are that; a) I lived there for 49 years and here for 15 so far; b) my parents, who left this world in 2003 at 91 an 87 were treated in that Canadian system and c) I have experienced medical care and the lack of it, in each system.
Kevin Costner’s fine film, Field of Dreams, provided symbolism for a generation: If you wished for something hard enough; if you had good unfinished business that you felt compelled to finish, in a good way, well, if you could dream it; then you could do it.