My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Belt-Buckling Turning Point
It is not among life's more momentous choices but sometime in your middle years you will have to decide whether to buckle your belt above or below the middle of you. It is a decision physics forces upon us, another of the things that points out our humanity. No need to be grateful for the instruction, but like other decisions there is not a reasonable way to pretend it need not be made.
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