
Uncle Walter
Ed Murrow
Vietnam
Murdoch
Trump
MAGA
Last night I woke but was concerned that if I tromped around a night I’d wake my wife who was leaving in the morning for a trip to a family gathering in Iowa of our Presbyterian Synod. She has attended it for ten years with our grandsons and their mother.
Claudia and our older grandson have spent hours over the past couple months preparing for a class they thought would be interesting having to do with the theological implications of the wretchedly evil doings in the series Breaking Bad. Fifteen people have signed up for the class.
So I turned on a night reading light and finished the third chapter of the book above. It was given to me by a school board chum fifteen years ago not long after it was published. A couple nights ago I read its prologue and it knocked my socks off.
I tried to go to sleep but ideas kept turning in my head and I woke again and plunked out three long emails to myself that struck me as being a good start on a book I’ve wanted to write for some time. I came up with a title I once used in a column of mine but it seemed like a good place to start a book.
I was busy in the morning at church and painting a wall on my younger grandson’s bedroom wall. He’s fifteen now. Before he was born I painted an illustration my mother designed for a book I was trying to write. It was time for something a little more age appropriate. He’s interested in theater and loved La La Land.
This is what I’m aiming for. I won’t be doing it freehand. I used a projector to draw an outline. It will be like a coloring book.

I didn’t notice until I expanded it to 3 by 5 feet that it was a poster for French audiences. Now its time to get back to the list at the beginning of this post of things the book on reporters has got me thinking about.
