Tonight I was drinking beer with a wise friend of mine.

I talked to him about Michael Flynn and how when I got home I expected to see Flynn free of even one minute of cell time.

My wise friend doesn't watch much news nor know who Michael Flynn is, but he listened to me.

After I finished telling him all about Michael Flynn, the deep state, and Donald Trump, my friend spoke simple to me.

"Do you know what the best friend of truth is?" he asked.

I smiled, expecting a joke. "No. What?"

"Time," he said.

When I got home and saw the sentencing had been postponed, I saw once again another reason to consider my friend wise.