Wesley Carl Moran went home to meet his savior this evening, surrounded by family.
He taught me about deaf culture, brought joy wherever he went, and made Daviston, Alabama what it was to me. Chicken stew will never be the same.
Arrangements to follow.
For now, I’ll assume that no deal with Iran includes handing Tehran a tollbooth on the Strait of Hormuz. It’s an international waterway, not Tehran’s driveway.
I’m thankful for everyone that came to spend the afternoon at the East home place in New Site, Alabama for the East Reunion. It was hot, but a lovely afternoon with a great family.
I’ve said repeatedly that the residency challenges against @SenTuberville will fail, and I’m met with the indulgent nod one gives a man predicting rain in a drought. We’ll do this again in November. Mark it down. When it fails, I’ll make zero apologies, and won’t need to.