The livin' is easy

Summer nights! The fragrant dark descends, the night creatures chitter
and chirrup, and we linger on the porch, a little wine in the glass,
children coming and going, and we inhale the sweetness of life. In
Pasadena, people are lined up outside a bank, hoping to get their money
out before it goes belly-up, and Mr. McCain's friend Mr. Gramm says we
are a nation of whiners complaining about a recession that is only
mental, but we are engulfed in summer and don't notice. We're sitting
on the porch, inhaling the breeze from the trees, and we are American
optimists.

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