This excerpt is the last in my recently completed book of essays. Six months shy of 80, I have finally come to grips with the fact that there are significant gaps in my education, and that I surely can’t fill them now. A benefit of old age, of course, is that one can make such gestures, can shed pretense: there are things I will never know, and things I know for which I need no longer apologize.
Glad it struck a chord, Brad. Thank you. But don't quote my least favorite rock band ever again. My premonition of a damned afterlife is eating at Olive Garden while hearing Frankie Valli whining on the sound system about mommy kissin' Santa Claus.
What we got, Syd? We got a lot. Got a lot of love between us. Let's hang on, hang on, hang on to what we got. Yes! Thanks for this, brother, from the guy ranked second to last in his class at the boarding school he ran away from in the middle of senior year. I love what Transtromer said in an interview about "making something of it." With whatever we got, there are still more things to be made. Nuff sed.
Glad it struck a chord, Brad. Thank you. But don't quote my least favorite rock band ever again. My premonition of a damned afterlife is eating at Olive Garden while hearing Frankie Valli whining on the sound system about mommy kissin' Santa Claus.
What we got, Syd? We got a lot. Got a lot of love between us. Let's hang on, hang on, hang on to what we got. Yes! Thanks for this, brother, from the guy ranked second to last in his class at the boarding school he ran away from in the middle of senior year. I love what Transtromer said in an interview about "making something of it." With whatever we got, there are still more things to be made. Nuff sed.