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When Will It Stop?
It seems as if every day there is an article, an update on the civil war raging on the streets of Baghdad. Hundreds were killed over the weekend. I continued reading. In a brief sentence near the end of the article the military reported that three American soldiers had also died over the weekend. No more. The rest of the article concerned the president of Iraq, Al Maliki, faulting him for the failure to control Iraq.
Why do I have the feeling that our minds and eyes glaze over as day in and day out we read about killings going on, the rhetoric accompanying the announcements as the Bush Administration digs its heels, “We will stay the course, come what may.”
What comes is a lot of dead bodies without regard to gender, age, Americans or Iraqi. Even more important, what is happening to the American public â€" have we become so inured to killings that we don’t recognize that our hands are covered with the blood of the dead? It probably is all of the above and none of it. I would venture that most Americans like myself feel so powerless, hate the war, and don’t know what to do to stop it.
Ruth Hunter
Santa Cruz
On the Move
Yesterday, July 25, was spent with relatives from Boston as a tourist here in Santa Cruz. My total focus was not on “the way it was” but “the way it is.”
As we toured the quaint shops on Capitola Village I was much impressed by the creative artwork on display. So many things were blowing in the wind. Creative minds are constantly coming up with new ideas. As we left the Village, a magnolia tree grabbed our attention.
None of us had ever seen such enormously large magnolias; our cameras captured the wonder of nature’s perfection.
As the relaxing summer day wore on, we found ourselves in an elegant restaurant where people from everywhere were coming and going running and walking â€" everyone on the move all in comfortable attire smiling and happy.
Suddenly we found ourselves enjoying a delectable dinner. It was a special delight to be seated at the window where a panoramic view was in sight. The sun was just settling down beyond the horizon, the sky was aglow with beauty; the many sailboats were silently and rhythmically entering the harbor. The sails were lowered to diminish the speed as the boats entered the cove.
As we arrived home the three-quarter moon was our guiding light and seemed to hang majestically over Santa Cruz. In this world of speed and change and progress and moving forward there is no turning back.
In the midst of all of life there is one constant â€" the sun will greet each day and gloriously close at sunset.
What a wonderful world.
Sister Roseen Maier
Dominican Oaks
Beach Safety Needs Improving
Well, it’s nearly the end of the summer and I have yet to see the lifeguards in Capitola enforcing the "blackball” ordinance that was touted in a previous issue [of The Mid-County Post]. When was this supposed to happen? I took my niece and nephew to play on the beach and both nearly got hit by some reckless skim boarders. I saw a couple of good near-misses off the second jetty and a few words exchanged between a surfer and an angry parent. The lifeguard captain was standing in the tower with a cup of coffee in his hand, paying no attention or ignoring the whole thing.
Nice work.
Chuck Watson
Capitola
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