The soldier’s mother has been part of my Pluto Moon transit, big time. She surfaced with the pictures she had kept of me in that box of “things that made her son a man” when Pluto was station on my Moon the first time.  The release of those pictures after 28 years triggered all kinds of events that has led up here.

So yesterday, it occurred to me I ought to replace Dora’s dog tag and boy you wouldn’t believe my shock when I squatted down to read a current address on the tag. Uh huh.

The soldier’s mother has had Dora for the last several months and took the care and time and trouble to get her a new tag before putting her on a plane. I don’t know about you but I think this is extraordinary and thought I ought to say so. I mean, who does this kind of thing? No one I know.

I emailed her to say thanks and I thanked her for her her oldest son while I was at it. He is such a good man and it felt good to be in this position, that is to feel gratitude and have her there to let her know.

The poor soldier doesn’t know what to do with a crying, P but whatever.

So to flesh out my theory… I asked myself why people would not be happy for the slaves that are freed. Because the slaves are going to be happy for sure. They will be giddy like the soldier and I. So why isn’t the collective happy for the slaves?

Is it because we need slaves? Is it because we need some people oppressed so that others can feel superior? Maybe that’s it. Maybe there are 100 reasons but as I got thinking about this I arrived at the one I liked the best and this is it:

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