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Spent a couple hours awake in the middle of the night. First, quite pissed at my sister, doing my best to just let it dissipate though that didn't really happen until I got up at a normal hour.
And then finished Dennis Lehane's The Given Day, a wonderful book.
I've been doing a lot of reading the last couple of months. Started with easy stuff -- my attention span when reading is very short, usually 15 minutes at most -- so I read maybe half a dozen books by Elmore Leonard, master of the enjoyable easy read.
And then I heard someone on the radio praising Lehane and his gritty stories about Boston. Read three, really enjoyed them (though maybe not quite so much for Shutter Island). And then picked up The Given Day, historical fiction set in Boston in 1918-19, superb.
Among the various themes, the one that struck me most forcefully was the staggering racism. And while that was almost 100 years ago, I couldn't help but think a good bit about how racism is still very much a part of our culture and most surely always will be, sometimes subtle, sometimes not so subtle. Witness, for an easy example, the recent presidential campaign.
And it got me thinking on my drive to Litchfield what grade I'd give myself. I think I'd give myself a pretty good grade, but it is really hard to know, because what I might perceive as good behavior might be perceived by an outside observer as not so good. Very hard to know.
A book that gets you thinking about such things, and lots of other things too, is a very good book indeed. Even at 700 pages.
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And then on the way home I stopped briefly at a supermarket, purchased about $5 worth of stuff, and noticed a sign that said 10% off this week for Veterans. So, what the hell, I asked for my 10% off. No problem, they just needed to see some military ID.
I haven't carried a military ID for 42 years. No discount....