Less than an hour remains, here on the East Coast, within this Fourth of July. I can hear scattered fireworks outside the window. Earlier, as I stepped out onto our deck to pot some plants, really late into this summer for that–petunias, impatiens, verbena–the neighbors set off what sounded like shotguns. Planes suddenly began flying to the west, east, and overhead. Two fighter planes–really, that’s what they looked like, sleek and lithe–nosed noisily in tandem across puffy barium-cloud skies. A neighbor pulled out his loudest lawnmower and drove it viciously across the sidewalk in front of his house. A couple other neighbor-men paraded virtuously, bare-chested, across their pools two backyards away, and began conversations in ultra-loud voices.
These are not unusual sights and sounds these days as I step out of my house. Not much has changed since 2015 when I made this post about asymmetric stealth warfare in American…
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