I came home with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide one bright Saturday afternoon.
It was an ordinary day until my wife saw the label. Suddenly she went into a fit of screaming accusation. "You're trying to get rid of me!" She was red-faced and angry as she read the label aloud, "debriding agent."
My bride is gone, though she left under her own power. She divorced me and went on to scream at another fellow.
As a nation, we would be hard-pressed to do without each political side. Nonetheless, America is also in a strained marriage. Irrational claims about attitudes and motivations of the tea party bother me.
Sometimes, as night falls and the stars come out, I sit in the creaking rocker on the porch and think wistfully of that hydrogen peroxide.
Jack Wiegman, Missoula