. . . and the next thing you know your son is playing for money in a pinch-back suit. And listening to some big out-of-town jasper here to tell him all about: horserace gambling. Not a wholesome trotting race, no, but a race where they set down right on the horse! Like to think of some stuck-up jockey boy settin' on Dan Patch? Make your blood boil? Well I should say.
I'm just thinking about how human horrors are often rooted in defects we all have, scaled up, left to ferment and multiply in unusually the wrong circumstances. I guess the peace hopeful here is that the same logic should then hold for miracles. These sparks of compassion and humility and courage that fly off us all the time into the night sky -- these are miracle germs.
