It is Friday and Congress has been out of session all week. That will be the case for the rest of the month of August.
The town, as usual, is slowing down a bit as folks scatter for some more summer vacation time with family and friends.
Earlier this week I learned that a former Hill colleague passed after a long battle with cancer. Chris Battle, 45, penned many a good story, and a yarn every now and then, over at the Kidney Cancer Chronicles. He was a gifted writer and solid family man.
While it may appear at first glance as a sad story, go read his site. He will make you smile. And laugh. A lot. This town needs more individuals like Chris.
Enjoy the weekend.
An excerpt from the lyrics of a Zac Brown Band classic, Soak It All In:
At the end of the water
A red sun is risin’
And the stars are all goin’ away
And if you’re too busy talkin’
You’re not busy listenin’
To hear what the land has to say
Quiet your mind
I hear the waves
Sun beatin’ down on my shoulders
It’s a near-perfect day
Wishin’ I wouldn’t get any older
They say that it’s gone ‘fore you know it and
Soak it all in
It’s a game you can’t win
Enjoy the ride