Gold Star Mother

A new year has come.  A year supposedly full of new hope of better days ahead.  A year ushered in by the world in a manner which reveals so clearly their lack of a true conception of life.  They have made their resolutions and have spent a riotous night of hollow laughter and song and inebriation.  Their paper caps and noise-makers clutter the streets.  Occasionally you see a broken bottle and you quickly turn your head as you see a spot partially dried up where a drunken fool couldn’t quite...