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I don't think that I can ever be considered a feminist as long as I worship Bono the way that I do.  Ha ha.  I know how Nancy loves my personal stories so I shall share a couple of them.  I'm not often surprised by life, but I have been a couple of times.  One of them - Mom and Dad came to visit Husband and Me when we lived in Key West, Florida, about ten years ago now.  A couple of months before, I had taped a live performance of U2 in Australia. I played for Mom one evening a tiny part of that concert, a "slow" love song titled "Blindness."  She watched and listened attentively to Bono and U2's performance.  Then she looked me and said with her eyes, 'What do you see in this music and this man; I do not understand." And she never would.  Yet, we understood each other at that time in many important ways.
While we're still in Key West, I was doing research for a story I was writing on gays, and often hung around this wonderful "place," hotel, tiki bar, pool, frequented by predominately gay men.  One day, while conducting my research, I abruptly asked an "Acquaintance."  - "So, how many of you have Aids, anyway."  He took a sip of his drink and gave me a little smile.  "We all do," he said.  I looked around the bar and pool area, at all the young men, mostly in their 20's and 30's, then put away my notebook and ordered a drink.

Happy Aid's Day,

Regards,
Kate                          Love is blindness

I don't want to see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me
Oh my love
Blindness

A little death
Without mourning
No call
And no warning
Baby...a dangerous idea
That almost makes sense

Love is drowning
In a deep well
All the secrets
And no one to tell
Take the money
Honey
Blindness

Love is blindness
I don't want to see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me
Oh my love
Blindness.




             - from "Blindness" by U2