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.
Friday, January 1, 2016
Monuments
They have erected an additional monument. It is in recognition of those who served in more recent wars. It is unfortunate there is no monument honoring those whose service was in the Peace Corps or VISTA. Maybe our town has not generated enough Corps people or Volunteers to warrant such a monument, which is in itself very sad.
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