Barb. Oh my.
It is so good to see you. I hope all is well in Sunny Florida. Excepting sad, sad news, of course--
Pay no mind to those cretins. The yammering becomes a murmur and then blessed silence. (I haven't had a TV for over ten years, so it's probably easy for me to say, but still--)
I've been reading lots of posts this evening (what I can, that is, it is rather difficult) and I have been writing a few short notes--but when I saw your kind note I just had to reply.
So here's something that the yammering TV boobs might not have mentioned about Tuesday, January 22, 2008. It was a strange, strange day. I sat in a Starbucks on Delancey and Allen for while, and thought--about nothing in particular. Peaceful.
And then weirdly, 'coincidentally,' I walked down Broome Street, around 12:30 or so, then walked back and turned left onto Layfayette---
I went home, had lunch, looked out the window, at the East River. (It had been very sunny in the very early morning, but then it turned gray.) Suddenly it was snowing--quite a lot. It was pretty. Then suddenly, around 3 o,clock, or so, it stopped, it cleared, and there was no trace that it had ever snowed.
Very gray day, cold and clear, but as I said earlier, very peaceful.
You have a quiet, peaceful evening, Barb. Pay no mind.
xxxx
John
I can't thank you enough for those beautiful words, John.
You know, the wind is howling outside my window, now, through the pouring rain. The wind is not unusual here this time of year, but the pouring rain is. If Ennis is gone, too, then he is finally with Jack. Between that notion and your lovely words, I think I just might have a peaceful night after all.
xxxx you, too,
Barb