As we flew the serpentine approach over the Potomac into Washington, DC this afternoon I was shocked at the appearance of the DC area. It almost looks like New Mexico. It is brown and dry. The cab ride in reminded me of a drive through a desert. They are suffering a real drought here and it shows. The cab driver, a nice Ethiopian guy who wondered if New Mexico was in the U.S., said there was great hope for later in the week when the forecast was for rain. I instantly thought of all this as a metaphor for the bush administration. Things are bad, but soon there is hope for a change.
I think my brain is stuck in this mode of thinking about bush all the time. A friend of mine who has been out of town for four weeks but was checking in on my blog said I was beginning to sound like Bill Maher. Well, yes I do. My friend hasn't any kids and I told him that I guess that was driving my bad attitude. They are the ones who will reap the result of all of this bush failure.
I went to a couple of nice receptions for Alaska Wilderness tonight. One at the Rayburn house offices and one at the National Geographic HQ. They were really nice and I saw a lot of old friends. All of them are hoping for the best in the next election, but they are all very cautious at the same time about whether the Democrats will self destruct. Me too.