Micah, Weeping, 1978 On Memorial Day, or Decoration, as village elders still called it, McClure’s Student Band played taps and the flag was lowered to half-staff. I noticed Micah the plumber weeping.Thanks for reading Sydney’s Newsletter! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work.
As I've said before, I envy the way you make people come to life. You always avoid sentimentality by not turning them into minor gods through pointless exaggeration. They are, indeed, like us--authentic individuals who leave their mark in "small" ways that, in a way, are heroic because of their simplicity. Whatever troubling or tragic events that may happen in your short essays from your wonderful book, you always make me glad to be part of humanity.
As I've said before, I envy the way you make people come to life. You always avoid sentimentality by not turning them into minor gods through pointless exaggeration. They are, indeed, like us--authentic individuals who leave their mark in "small" ways that, in a way, are heroic because of their simplicity. Whatever troubling or tragic events that may happen in your short essays from your wonderful book, you always make me glad to be part of humanity.
From someone of your own capacities, that is a make-my-day comment.
Even the fish are young!
brilliant (as usual; don't you get tired of being so damned profound?)
You know me better than that, Bruce. Having just read and blurbed Bosworth’s new book, I feel about as profound as a saucer.
I liked these a lot.
Delighted you did. You back home?
We are in Fort Davis, TX til Sunday and then headed west. We’ll be on the road til the end of August.
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