Thursday, May 9, 2013

Seeking Muse

Normal wander it seems, about an attic mostly content, rattled some by vagaries of age, complex job. A day ago I went to honor a great lion, honest journalist, Murray Marder, who took down McCarthyism. I was in a funeral room full of old lions, most faded ... one greatest generation.

What mark time? I do not know. My future is planted, aloft in sturdy and smart young men (my boys) and empowered women (Care and others). I will dig deep and uncover what's next. A mudpuppy? A wander in African forest, arid plain? A walk among the ill and needful ... time will tell.

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