Tuesday, September 09, 2008


Well then, so much going on its hard to know what to say or do. Polls bouncing like superballs, national political figures lying like a low ozone haze, students, and teachers and administrators and tests and papers and lectures and powerpoints and more geez, another niece born! Jane Aviva, welcome. You're lovely. We are trying our best to leave you with something worth the fighting for. Peter Lewis, Godspeed. You were the best. Absolutely the best. The woods animals sing your name. Brother, sometimes this life can seem like death from a thousand paper cuts. Sometimes it can seem like death from a great height, a piano dropped out of a window, a journey through dark space with no destination, no home. But you, Pete, you knew: a life is to be lived, savored, earned, bled. You knew: one kind word slays a thousand years of loneliness.


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