Cicadas

What's fun about our summer of cicadas is that they are the buzz, literally in woody areas all around us and also it is the talk of the town. Everyone from my three-year-old niece to my twenty-three-year old friend is fascinated and riveted by a natural event, which is phenomenal itself.

Yesterday I had lunch with a group of alumni from my high school, most of us knew one another in high school, though the group also included two of my students, who are still students. We talked about cicadas, about a death in the community, about watching television responsibly or not at all. Interestingly, we didn't at all discuss Gaza, or Iraq, or anything beyond our own purview.