Ukraine Starting Over

I haven't checked the mood on the Metro lately,  I rather like the esprit" de corps of Kiev's Metro workers, I hope they don't watch this story of a San Francisco Metro janitor making more than 270,000.00 $ in one year and about 750,000$ over three years with his overtime pay . I always try for eye contact, and a search for a way to give genuine recognition of the Metro workers for their labor. Some chickens have crossed the road, why they crossed over to scratch the dirt on this side of the border , or that side, is anybody;s guess at the moment. People wait at the platform, go to the job, do all the stuff their boss gives them, and they wonder what will come tomorrow.

The writer of this blog Crisis in Ukraine has had his own small crisis lately, yet he's still trying to hear about things that sound authentic and real, rather than surreal. I am slightly pinned down, but hoping to make a move to lower ground. The lower ground has swamps and rivers, and I can swim pretty good. I guess that the news of the day that does relate fully to Ukraine, is FBI director James Comey's testimony about Russian Hacking of US Elections. I have to admit that the guy held up pretty well in the Hot Seat and deftly sidestepped intensive questioning on a plethora of issues (Particularly by  Rep. Jackie Speier  )  .  While I have not yet thought the party was awesome enough to drink the Kool~aid , he certainly fits the bill as the cool , unruffled style of FBI guy. One way or the other, he is in the thick of things. I guess that my question at that Congressional hearing might be this "Are,  or were  the same set of actors and agents employed in the hackin

in as much as we hope there is not an unfortunate price to pay for peace in Ukraine, , we must accept the possibility that there may be one to pay :  Love Ukraine, like sun that you love Like wind, like grass, and like water, Whenever you're happy, in moments of gladness, At times of trouble, do love. Love Ukraine when asleep or awake The glamorous your Ukraine The beauty of it, always alive and new And language of hers full of charm. Amongst the brother-made nations, like garden in dew She shines through the ages again Love Ukraine with all of your heart And all of the deeds that you make...”  Volodymyr Sosyura,  a Ukrainian lyric poet, writer, veteran of the Russian Civil War (1918–20), was  born in 1898 in Debaltseve, Yekaterinoslav Governorate (today Donbas region) of the Russian Empire, and died in 1965 in Kyiv, Ukrainian SSR of the Soviet Union. His poems, filled with an organic lyricism, leave an impression of sincerity, revolutionary enthusiasm, and passiona