Once again I must spit some ink on the likes of William DeVane, of "Seriously, what's in your safe?" As I sit listening to our president address a temporarily broken, bleeding citizenry in the Cathedral in Boston, I feel only pride and gratitude. That's what's in my safe.
Additionally, our daughter, a trauma nurse, sits in that audience, by invitation of 'potus', because she devised the medical/triage protocols that filled those tents with the life-savers of whom she is so proud. That's what's in our safe, DeVane. And that's all we need.
You, 'Bill', can take your solid, cold, shiny gold and silver from your safe, and have an orthodontist shove it over your teeth so you'll always have it - even if some whacko takes your safe. Then you - and the results of your life's hard work - will always be safe.
Later, Lorane. . . .
