Memphis Earlene and me on the Virtual Veranda reading the New York Times and the Washington Post. Memphis Earlene sips Southern Comfort while I rant.
She takes mendacity in high places for granted.
I’m always surprised.
It was the Washington Post Headline that set me off.
“Roof’s Manifesto: I Have No Choice!. Like there’s two sides to this issue and maybe the guy is just  a crazy loner instead of a  terrorist !”   
Memphis Earlene just shakes her head.
“Dylann Storm Drain, Damn. Looks like John Boy Walton with even worse hair.”
“It’s Roof, not Drain,” I correct her.
” Makes no never mind,” says Memphis Earlene, “Sounds like one of those porn star names . ”
“Mom’s a Storm and Dad’s a Roof and they both liked Dylan but wanted to be different.”
It’s possible .
Maybe he had no choice.