Quote of the day: The grasshopper's horn, and far off, high in the maples
The wheel of a locust slowly grinding the silence,
Under a moon waning and warn and broken,
Tired with summer. (Indian Summer, Sara Teasdale)

Our most visible resident loony called off his Koran burning. But may be reconsidering because he's been "lied to" about the proposed New York City mosque. Sandi says she's thinking of visiting her parents because she doesn't want to be in town when things start blowing up, will probably take the Star of David from her window.

( Ceaseless, insistent... )