Color by numbers

Nov 3, 2004

A gray day dawns here in North Carolina, with a fine mist of rain and no sunshine. I found it hard to don any article of clothing that wasn’t a shade of black, and when I close my eyes, I only see a map of the U.S. filled with the color of the majority party. When I was in high school, the Soviets were said to menace our country. What does a red America say about us now?

I’ll not stay blue for long, mind you. I’ve got a lot of livin’ to do, and there’s never been a yellow belly about me.

Anton Zuiker

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