Teachers know: scientists are not America's enemy, but the stewards of earth and all life upon it. Armed only now, with the conviction of, we hold these truths to be self-evident, we legally entrap impeachable producers entangled in vaporizing our future, now blowing smoke screen billions to escape their tobacco predecessors fate.
However, family fun at movies, parks, concerts, schools or dog walking, have become bloodied, not just because of bad men with guns and drunk drivers, but men in corporate and government suits, too lost gathering their thirty pieces of silver, to notice their time has passed on.
Allowing extreme individual focus, we fail to see family and national unity's time limits, because many things we believed true, never were.
Filmmaker friend Kent and I rarely got to work together, so made time for lunch every three or four months, for personal catch up and filmmaking brainstorming, he with a beer, me, ice coffee.
At our last lunch, he asked to send me a play he'd written for my director's opinion. Then back to work, looking forward to September's lunch.
America's first murderer was hanged in 1630; its first drunk driver arrested 1897.
Although Conservative Republican, Texan Evangelical Christian Kent C. Williamson and, Liberal Democrat, Roman Catholic New Yorker me, were solid friends, like America, our next lunch was never promised.