Dear Wigleaf:
 
I'm writing to you from the end of 2008, and I've got one thing on my mind. Resolutions! That's what I'm talking about. More postcards, for one. Bush made this resolution for 2005: Make Health Care Fair, Excellent, and Affordable. That's the thing about resolutions; they last about a week (maybe two) at the gym, and then it's back to status quo. The original Latin—in statu quo res erant ante bellum—translates to "in the state in which things were before the war." The status quo doesn't seem so bad, does it?

I'm shaking the Magic Eight Ball I got for Hanukkah. No matter what I ask it, it comes up "Better Not Tell You Now." Okay. I'll wait.  It's all about waiting—the ten years for my portfolio to recover, the somewhere between 16 and 36 months for the troops to come home, the 37 days, 20 hours, 34 minutes, and 55 seconds for "44" to take office. In the Grail myth, there's lots of sitting around, waiting for the cure to be found, brought back, take hold. While the heroes are out defeating demons and looking for Grails, someone has to sit at home and write it all down.

Oh yes! Resolutions. I'll keep shaking this thing. I'll wait as long as it takes until it can tell me. As soon as it does, I'll let you know. Yours, Citizen Brown





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Read RB's story, "The Union Forever".

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