It's Sunday. Stasi and I were just sitting in my office at home, talking about the fact that this is the week we start the Love and War Tour. I said, "Okay. Anything funky between us this week," (I was already feeling the funkiness, the "you don't really like me" stuff), "anything that feels weird is NOT true. It's not us. Anything that feels like diminishment this week, or accusation, is NOT true. This is a Tour week." She nodded, sighed. We both shared a sober look.
Moments earlier we were checking email, and then I suggested we watch the trailer for the new HBO special on WWII in the South Pacific. It was, as those sights and sounds go, sobering.
Now I'm...
