Mike, I found this on my desktop and thought I’d share. Hope you don’t mind— It’s his old college dorm back East. Isn’t the foliage incredible??
"Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine."
Humphrey, at least you were downing gin throughout your encounter. Wish I’d had that luxury…
My cousin Kenneth came to California for the first time ever a few weeks ago. He was sent out here for government training from DC. I drove down to San Diego with one of my best friends and we spent the entire weekend exploring. We went bar hopping downtown and splashed around at the beach. My friends boyfriend has an awesome house in Pacific Beach and he was kind enough to let me stay there for the weekend. Thanks Craig!—-It was wonderful seeing Kenneth out here on the WEST COAST. He’s always been like an older brother to me. I’ll never forget spending my summers with him and Bow (Ken’s sweet golden lab) on the Cape when I was growing up. One time him and his friends went lobstahh hunting in the middle of the night and woke me up so that I could have some. I was probably ten years old. He was 17 or 18 at the time. I remember him running around the house, chasing me with that lobster. I was absolutely petrified! I think it’s fair to say I can trace back my aversion to seafood to him. haha. I know dad loved seeing him as well. I mean, do you think he talks to me in-depth about U-Boats, Italian Motorcycles, and WWII?? Come back soon!
I don’t think I can hate him. It isn’t in me. Because I knew him. I knew the way he was.
the missing step.
It’s a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually we’ll all end up underneath the ground, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone you know. It’s like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there’s a moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.
Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.