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unday. The middle day of a so-called long weekend. I have almost no idea of what to write. I really haven’t paid attention to the news, except for baseball. That’s very intentional. Everyone needs a break from what has become madness.

Baseball is life. The season is so long that there are ups and downs, recoveries, sorrow, and jubilation. It is one of the few places that you can lose two out of three times and still be a star. At least, that’s for the batters.

I follow the New Yankees, one of the most hated teams in baseball. Success breeds jealousy. Apparently, I’ve been a fan since before I was born because my parents went to games at Yankee Stadium in the summer of 1953. I was born in November. I guess that’s why I use to like peanuts, cracker jacks and the old ball game.

I suppose this is something you talk about on this long weekend.

So, I will.

But, there is no Independence Day celebration around here. You know how I feel. The Supreme Court betrayed my country. I never did that. I served my country once. I did it because I had no choice. Even so, I did it honorably. When we came home we were never really celebrated the way the guys were when they returned from the war in Iraq. That’s okay. But, it was strike one.

And, now…