Today is Saturday, time to write another post. I opened two articles this morning, both of them pieces I could write about today. One is by Katherine Mangu-Ward in Reason, about impeachment, the presidency, and Congress:

Impeachment Is Both the Cause and the Effect of a Too-Powerful Presidency

The other is by Emma Green in The Atlantic, about impeachment, partisanship, and worldviews:

Americans Hate One Another. Impeachment Isn’t Helping.

Yesterday, I read an article by David Brooks in The New York Times, about impeachment, public opinion outside Washington, and ‘elite negligence in the face of national decline’:

I am not even obsessed with impeachment! In fact, I want to write about the sixties instead. Do I actually do that? Not much. I don’t have time to write about the sixties, since I write about impeachment – and other subjects like free speech – instead.

Note these personal observations about the sixties:

• Jack Kennedy and Dick Nixon engage in the first televised presidential debate in the fall of 1960, and only the second debate between candidates in the general election since Lincoln and Douglas in 1860, one century earlier. I am in first grade.
• An unknown sniper shoots President Kennedy in the head on November 22, 1963, in Dallas, Texas, one day before my ninth birthday. I am in fourth grade.
• President Johnson takes the oath of office in January 1965, after he defeats Barry Goldwater the previous November. He has already grown the war in Vietnam to a major conflict. I am in fifth grade.
• We move from Valley City, North Dakota, to Des Moines, Iowa, in August 1967, three months before Eugene McCarthy officially declares his candidacy for president. I am in eighth grade.
• My Lai massacre occurs in March 1968, with trial of Lieutenant William Calley to follow. I am still in eighth grade.
• One year after we move to Des Moines, a police riot occurs in Chicago, at the Democratic National Convention. The riot follows assassinations of Martin Luther King in April, and Bobby Kennedy in June. For all the violence in American history, nothing like it has ever occurred in the history of American politics. I am in ninth grade.
• On Christmas Eve in 1968, Apollo 8 astronauts orbit the moon. They read from the book of Genesis as part of their Christmas message.
• Woodstock happens in August 1969, to celebrate music, marijuana, and free love. I am about to enter high school.

One could build a memoir around these recollections. Will I do so? Place your bets at Conversations with Dio, where you can find other stories about my life scattered about.