Blue Truck, Red State: Sunday Drive: Blue Skies

Sunday, November 8, 2026

Sunday Drive: Blue Skies

This Irving Berlin tune is an old favorite of your Head Trucker's. Bing Crosby sings it in the movie of the same name (1946) to beautiful Joan Caulfield, who reminds me a little of my darling mama; they were the same age.

Caulfield reminds me a little bit of my darling mama, who was the same age as she.

I also happened to come across this 2023 performance, which is not bad, not bad at all. I don't know who these youngsters are, but they ought to keep on practicing: they just might reach the bigtime.

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Prayer for Peace

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is discord, harmony; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. Grant that I may seek not so much to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.

Churches say that the expression of love in a heterosexual monogamous relationship includes the physical, the touching, embracing, kissing, the genital act - the totality of our love makes each of us grow to become increasingly godlike and compassionate. If this is so for the heterosexual, what earthly reason have we to say that it is not the case with the homosexual?

It is a perversion if you say to me that a person chooses to be homosexual. You must be crazy to choose a way of life that exposes you to a kind of hatred. It's like saying you choose to be black in a race-infected society.

If God, as they say, is homophobic, I wouldn't worship that God.

--Archbishop Desmond Tutu