Seattle 102, or On The Passing Of the Health Care Bill

This morning, I was early to choir rehearsal. The sopranos section leader, who's in her 60s, plus me, plus another woman in her 60s, and still another in her 40s, sat down to nosh before rehearsal and talked about the vote.

And out of nowhere, J, (the oldest) looks to C (the other oldest) and says quietly, "I remember holding my friends' hands while they hemorrhaged from coat hangers and we waited for the ambulance."

And the 40 year old and I just sat like we were in the presence of something, while the two of them swapped horror stories like they forgot we were there. They were still talking when the rest of the choir arrived.