Away for a fifth day. On the train now coming from a funeral in Cleveland and a goodbye to a wonderful friend not easily moving back home to Czech Republic. I drove by two houses I lived in 40 and 50 years ago. With the radio off in the car, I tried to see my three young daughters inside those houses. Who’s the guy in the car out front? The newest owners maybe looked and wondered.
In the drives around familiar streets, I saw parts of town where school kids weren’t taught to read well. Reading well makes all the difference everywhere I believe.
It’s Willie Mays’ birthday today. The first transcendent person in my life. I now see my parents as transcendent. But Willie was first. By decades.