Before I fell asleep last night, the last thing I thought about was the Rubicon a river in Italy.
The Rubicon (Latin: Rubico, Italian: Rubicone) is the name both of a shallow river in northeastern Italy just south of Ravenna, and the name historically given to a river that was famously crossed by Julius Caesar in 49 BC. While it is not a proven fact, historians generally agree that the two rivers are indeed one and the same.
The modern-day river runs for about 80 kilometers, from the Apennine Mountains to the Adriatic Sea through the southern Emilia-Romagna region, between the towns of Rimini and Cesena. The Latin word rubico comes from the adjective rubeus, meaning “red”. The river was so named because its waters are colored red by mud deposits.
I was thinking about red rivers because yesterday, I also read that the original source of the name Ouisconsin was Algonquin and probably referred to the Wisconsin River which is apparently red as it passes through the Wisconsin Dells.
The Rubicon is the river Julius Caesar crossed with his army after the Roman Senate ordered him not to. This is the famous “Red Line” of history.
Caesar entered Rome and became a dictator and that was the end of the Roman Republic.
I got on to this topic because I was thinking about history as I usually am.
Okay, I know I my brain works, even if in strange ways. The thing I love best about David is that I can tell him about my “discoveries” before he sits down to read his paper and have his first cup of coffee and he responds with, “I didn’t know that.” He probably did know it and forgot it. He had many more years of Latin than I did. And he dated his Latin tacher Miss Newcomb, the sly fox. She called him Pop.
Oh what is a spouse-partner for if not to humour your eccentricities?
David and I were exhausted yesterday. We watched both debates and listened to the talking heads in between the debates and afterwards staying up long past our bedtime. Debate night, almost everyone agreed Trump was a bust.
Never mind that the next day, the brain dead media types could only talk about Trump. David and I watched the debates for ourselves and came away with complete disgust for Trump. He has money and money is power and few will stand up to money or power.
Addled brain and all I began thinking about the Rubicon, crossing red lines and the demise of the Roman Republic. As I fell asleep, I thought about Julius who was famous for his blonde hair and women before he became a dictator.
David and me at a friend’s cabin in Pennsylvania in the 1990s