Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. The cost of one modern heavy bomber is this: a modern brick school in more than 30 cities. It is two electric power plants, each serving a town of 60,000 population. It is two fine, fully equipped hospitals. It is some fifty miles of concrete pavement. We pay for a single fighter with a half-million bushels of wheat. We pay for a single destroyer with new homes that could have housed more than 8,000 people... This is not a way of life at all, in any true sense. Under the cloud of threatening war, it is humanity hanging from a cross of iron.
-- Dwight D. Eisenhower
I took a short walk today to check out the local flea market. I’ve been in the are for 30+ years and this was my first visit to this market. It was interesting. I made just one purchase – this cool spikey hat – perfect for my photo booth! The big piles of junk treasure
…to photograph everyone who ever visits our loft. In keeping with that goal, I captured tonight’s visit from the fabulous Johnstone girls. We were happy to provide some much-needed comic relief over a delicious dinner while husband/dad Andrew collects dust on the playa. At first, the girls played coy and would not get into the