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48 Billy Graham's Glorious Jam
residential worlds.
Meanwhile the roar reminded Cathy of the roar she
heard in her brain while the war went on. War empathy forced her mood to plummet. “This is horrible,” she yelled, covering her ears.
When the motorcycles rounded the curve and the noise died down, Jake continued. “You’re right Greta, we should savor the moment. We were not unnoticed. A hundred million Americans didn’t want war until it started.”
Greta shifted her long, dirty-blond tresses to her left shoulder and asked Cathy: “So glum, why?”
“I’m just coming down,” said Cathy. “I swear it seems that most Americans saw the war as just an away football game. You obviously root for your own team. That’s about as far as their geopolitical consciousness goes.”
“Archipelago gulag, Hitler’s solution final, and colonialist insatiable,” said Greta. “Thank America we Europeans do for European madness stopping.”
“That’s in the fast receding past,” Cathy contended.
This left the group silent. Newt ordered his sixth beer and began to get absorbed in the TV basketball game. “Look at this replay,” he commanded. “Jordan lies to five people, spins a double pirouette, leaps for a grand jete, then dunks and lands in a long chassé.”
Cathy shook her head at Newt. “Such a waste,” she thought.
“Thank God for basketball,” continued Newt. “You guys theorize all you want but Air Jordan is conquering the violence of Detroit with amazing grace right in front of you. And it’s a real game, not this ethereal protest that we’ve been doing, hoping for some hundredth-monkey