I’ve learned the best way to build a fire. Two clicks of the lighter and we sat back with our marshmallows on sticks, graham crackers and chocolate at the ready — only too cliche to those Americans who abandon our good traditions. If you’re going to live here, you might as well enjoy the best parts.
I’ve overheard plenty of jokes lately calling the president a terrorist. People want him to bomb ISIS. “Nixon would’ve done it. Reagan would’ve done it,” someone says. I hear people talking about the government coming to take their guns. “They try that I’m going to kill as many of them as I can first,” someone says.
We lie on a blanket on the edge of the lake and look up at the dark sky as Sharon Van Etten sings we are fine. Dead satellites, space trash draw patterns in the sky.