Ran out of time this morning to post any thoughts. Only had an hour, part of which was spent reading Standing by Words, by Wendell Berry, and part was spent chatting with Reno. Then off to my first work appointment of the day. I was in a funk on a sunny Friday. Felt like…
I thought that I was through with the subject of “time.” But no, the choice is not , was not mine. “Time” is not through with me. There is more that I must say. It is impossible to assess the meaning of time, because we are like fish; we humans swim in the sea…
This morning I decided to sleep in, to get more rest. Typically I arise at 6AM and am out the door 45 minutes later. It is Saturday so why not “sleep in?” The last hour or so of this morning’s rest were interrupted by troubled dreams. So much for getting more rest. I will…
First there was everything else that absolutely existed, and then there was rock and roll, circa 1950; named after a 1934 song by the Boswell sisters, popularized by Cleveland DJ Alan Freed, devolved into Rock N Roll of the mid 60s, music for teenagers, by 1968 expanding into ROCK—- all popular music with roots…
The sun shines with morning brilliance. Deep winter reigns over the landscape with close to zero temps at 9AM. The end table of Starbucks seating area is ideal for surveying the hubbub of coming and going, conversations between pairs of individuals at single tables, to the long table at the far end of the…
It is unusual for me to leave you behind for any reason. When I crossed the Ohio River on the new toll bridge leaving Louisville, I felt deeply why I needed to leave you behind. For the first time I felt our family; how substantial, how strong it has become. We grieved for our…
