Dream: I enter a dark classroom as one period ends. At the desk stands the President, smirking. “What’s he doing here?” I think, and conjecture, “Military Science.” The irony makes me queasy. DIY Methodist teaches war at an ELCA school. “Well, might as well get his autograph,” though I turn and he disappears. I am there for a class of some sort. Today we build BattleBots from Christmas lights.
Shortly thereafter I wake. The sun shines, the snow melts. It looks like early spring. And nearly 200 Israeli reservists refuse duty in any but pre-1967 territories.