Although that does not seem a very appropriate salutation for this holiday. I've been reading about the last war the U.S. won. Sometimes I think half this country is spoiling for a war. One it can win.
It has been chilly here, and having no suitable coat or jacket, one being not warm enough and one too warm, I went to Value Village and got one that was just right. It's a man's jacket, size XXL, brown, in some sort of suede looking cotton material, with a quilted lining. Perfect for throwing over whatever I happen to be wearing.
A happy accident, as I was looking through their used paperbacks, was finding a remarkable novel by Shirley Hazzard, a writer new to me: The Transit of Venus. It is like a magic box full of treasures. Just glancing at the page in front of me, I read this: "A catastrophe of which no one would ever, say, the Will of God." This refers to the report of an English soldier driving through the ruins of Hiroshima in 1946. The theme of the novel is beauty, which must be insisted upon, even in the face of catastrophe.
Value Village also had this (I think) inadvertent art work: