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.
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