Carson

Late at night, as I am trying to fall asleep, I sometimes think that Ben Carson might be coming at me with a knife.  My only defense is a belt buckle. I can't sleep. But then I decide to listen to some Brahms. Brahms, you know, grew up poor, and he got his start in music by playing piano in a whorehouse (true story).  That was unfortunate on more than one level, but Brahms' music changes the pattern of my thoughts, and eventually I doze off.