I confess that I dread August 4 each year. Bad things have happened in my life on August 4 -- two cataclysmic events.
Here I am, for the first time in recent memory, having to craft a compelling resume. Am I going to regret scoffing at the idea of Botox and lip injections?
I choose to remember Lockerbie as I saw it: a town like many in Scotland, with arms wide open. Al-Megrahi has only weeks to sift through his memories. We must trust that they are part of his punishment.