fog
I wish I could get lost in the very air itself. Use the fog in my own favor. Maybe I’d become the fog. How else decide how the fog begins, and where the fog ends?
Tag: fog
snow.
Snow all through Cincinnati, and most pointedly, our house. And even more pointedly, all over my car, which is my one means of Equality of Movement! Sent the son out to clean it off – after, of course, explaining to him that I can’t do that because my open-toed boot thingy would let my bad … Continue reading snow.
qotd
from Letter From A Birmigham Jail ….Let us all hope that the dark clouds of racial prejudice will soon pass away and the deep fog of misunderstanding will be lifted from our fear-drenched communities, and in some not too distant tomorrow the radiant stars of love and brotherhood will shine over our great nation with … Continue reading qotd
Monday
Buck left for home this morning at 5. So now I get around to my workaday world — meetings with the rabbi and the people we want to be our producers for the television project. Then to Israel on Thursday. I am making it all sound grim, even though it is not. I find it … Continue reading Monday
white pebble 