Being present is different than being there. The So-called Summer of Love was not all it was cracked up to be. I remember San Francisco in July of 1967 when I finally got there. I remember it differently than the story the media painted. San Francisco reminded me of a miniature Manhattan. Like a… Read More
1. Thinking about final things, like the Rose Garden at Lake Harriet in South Minneapolis where so many times I visited looking for myself my past my present my future. Where I would meet Pamela when we first became lovers. More than any place the gardens have been my home or at least the home… Read More
1. Up late the usual early morning trip darkest nights of winter. 2. Cold went for walk to bank to check balance in checking account and get some cash, cold but above freezing conditions not great was very careful with my walker. 3. Got email from Chris Karcher a friend of mine who… Read More
Still trying to figure out this process.
1. This is the day John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas Texas in 1963. I was a first year fine art student then at the School of The Art Institute of Chicago. When I heard he was murdered I said to my friend Margaret McKenna - I bet Jackie… Read More
Estranged from nearly everyone to some degree, alone . Do you prefer death by a single stroke or by a thousand small cuts?
1. The Day of the Dead is fast passing 10:36 P.M. C.S.T. Never learned Spanish though I tried lived in a neighborhood in Chicago
that became Mexican. Tried… Read More