I saw an eagle today. Down at Elliott Bay park, which is my favorite park in the whole world (it used to be Dumbarton Oaks in D.C., designed by Olmstead) . . . it was flying amongst some lower birds. I saw some eagles in Dutch Harbor, Alaska, too, standing on the dock . . . they really are majestic creatures up close. Truly the King of Birds. Their presence inspires respect, awe . . . you want to sit at their feet and hear them lecture about things; you could imagine sitting next to one with a pipe, and he’ll tell you all about what he really does, and does not like, about America. And maybe he’ll even tell you that he’s been so angry at America so many times that he’s almost flown right into the Capitol Building in Washington D.C. to demand from those podunk congresskids that they take his image offa anything and everything having to do with the U.S.—that’s how disgusted he gets sometimes. “These white fundamentalist Puritans come and kill all these Indians, and take all their land, and they have the balls to claim ‘moral imperative?’ . . . “ And then he’ll pause . . . and then he’ll say that he thinks about that, sure, but then he’ll soar a little higher, and just forget about the whole damn thing.