Yesterday I had nothing to say so I didn't.
The picture on the right is of a plane passing overhead on my walk. Just to show (and remember) what they look like.
On my walk today I considered my relationship to history and its implications. Which reminded me of an event many years ago. In the 60s, Phyllis and I played bridge with a few friends. I never did understand bridge and still don't. But back to the story. One of the couples had a boy, about 10 or 11, named John. One day as a joke I asked him how he felt being named after a bathroom. Without missing a beat he looked at me and said. "It doesn't bother me at all... dick". Since then I have been more sensitive about peoples names and how they are used.
That everyone has a name assures me that we're all on this flight together.
Dick
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