- Everywhere G went on our trip, he found images of junk yards. Is this called bringing your work with you? We both thought the bumper graveyard was one of the best finds. I could show you thousands of miles of wrecking yards scattered across the surface of America. It’s with great restraint, I’m not.
- Yet. Yet. Yet. I must have had the “Yet” bug this week. In one essay I got caught using at least fifteen “Yets” by the group yesterday. Normally I catch these. Not yesterday. While the world marches against Wall Street, I’m marching against “Yets.”
- G’s back is healing nicely now. He didn’t just have one cyst but there was another underneath the first. A second surgery got the remnants of the first and all the second out.
- Tomorrow there will be a celebration of Kay’s life. A week from now, she will be interred. I thank everyone for their cards, notes, email, and love. I spent the afternoon answering email yesterday. The world is a vastly smaller place without her passion.
October 21, 2011
Friday Not So Lite
Portland Union station Work has been sorted, and I’m home to sort my own things now. I’ve gained roundness. G says we are Mr. and ...