In appreciation of the specter of unhappy truths and riddles awaiting confrontation, I know I am no different than many who endeavor to re-enact those periods of life demanding only absorption with self. I unashamedly acknowledge such preoccupation with the
“‘Summer afternoon,’ the two most beautiful words.” This summer’s transient heat waves and droughts bring now dread of the future as the global temperature continues its relentless rise, fed on the feast of Methane and CO2 the bankers continue to
Brother David’s birthday was this past Friday and it is now 88 years for me in a couple of weeks. These and the anniversary of my graduation from medical school June 6, 1957 inspired me to revisit an old entry.