Abraham Lincoln, a noted storyteller, recalled that "there was a farmer who had a very large shade tree towering over his house. It was a majestic-looking tree, and apparently perfect in every part -- tall, straight, and of immense size -- the grand old sentinel of his forest home.
One morning, while at work in his garden, the farmer saw a squirrel run up the tree into a hole; he wondered if the tree might be hollow.
He proceeded to examine the tree carefully and, much to his surprise, he found that the stately tree that he valued for its beauty and grandeur was hollow from top to bottom. Only a rim of sound wood remained, barely sufficient to support its own weight.
What was he now to do? If he cut it down, it would do great damage with its great length and enormous spreading branches. If he let it remain, his family was in constant danger. In a storm it might fall, or the wind might blow it down, and his house and children be crushed by it. What should he do?
As he turned away, he said sadly: "I wish I had never seen that squirrel!"
Thursday, January 31, 2013
A Brief Note on Thomas Jefferson
A brief note on Thomas Jefferson, my personal hero.
Thomas Jefferson was a very remarkable man who started learning very early in life and never stopped.
At 5, began studying under his cousin's tutor.
At 9, studied Latin, Greek and French.
At 14, studied classical literature and additional languages.
At 16, entered the College of William and Mary.
At 19, studied Law for 5 years starting under George Wythe.
At 23, started his own law practice.
At 25, was elected to the Virginia House of Burgesses.
At 31, wrote the widely circulated "Summary View of the Rights of British America" And retired from his law practice.
At 32, was a Delegate to the Second Continental Congress.
At 33, wrote the Declaration of Independence .
At 33, took three years to revise Virginia's legal code and wrote a Public Education bill and a statute for Religious Freedom.
At 36, was elected the second Governor of Virginia succeeding Patrick Henry.
At 40, served in Congress for two years.
At 41, was the American minister to France and negotiated commercial treaties with European nations along with Ben Franklin and John Adams.
At 46, served as the first Secretary of State under George Washington.
At 53, served as Vice President and was elected president of the American Philosophical Society.
At 55, drafted the Kentucky Resolutions and became the active head of Republican Party.
At 57, was elected the third president of the United States .
At 60, obtained the Louisiana Purchase doubling the nation's size.
At 61, was elected to a second term as President.
At 65, retired to Monticello .
At 80, helped President Monroe shape the Monroe Doctrine.
At 81, almost single-handedly created the University of Virginia and served as its first president.
At 83, died on the 50th anniversary of the Signing of the Declaration of Independence along with John Adams.
Thomas Jefferson knew because he himself studied the previous failed attempts at government. He understood actual history, the nature of God, his laws and the nature of man. That happens to be way more than what most understand today. Jefferson really knew his stuff. A voice from the past to lead us in the future:
John F. Kennedy held a dinner in the white House for a group of the brightest minds in the nation at that time. He made this statement: "This is perhaps the assembly of the most intelligence ever to gather at one time in the White House with the exception of when Thomas Jefferson dined alone."
"When we get piled upon one another in large cities, as in Europe, we shall become as corrupt as Europe ."
-- Thomas Jefferson
Thomas Jefferson was a very remarkable man who started learning very early in life and never stopped.
At 5, began studying under his cousin's tutor.
At 9, studied Latin, Greek and French.
At 14, studied classical literature and additional languages.
At 16, entered the College of William and Mary.
At 19, studied Law for 5 years starting under George Wythe.
At 23, started his own law practice.
At 25, was elected to the Virginia House of Burgesses.
At 31, wrote the widely circulated "Summary View of the Rights of British America" And retired from his law practice.
At 32, was a Delegate to the Second Continental Congress.
At 33, wrote the Declaration of Independence .
At 33, took three years to revise Virginia's legal code and wrote a Public Education bill and a statute for Religious Freedom.
At 36, was elected the second Governor of Virginia succeeding Patrick Henry.
At 40, served in Congress for two years.
At 41, was the American minister to France and negotiated commercial treaties with European nations along with Ben Franklin and John Adams.
At 46, served as the first Secretary of State under George Washington.
At 53, served as Vice President and was elected president of the American Philosophical Society.
At 55, drafted the Kentucky Resolutions and became the active head of Republican Party.
At 57, was elected the third president of the United States .
At 60, obtained the Louisiana Purchase doubling the nation's size.
At 61, was elected to a second term as President.
At 65, retired to Monticello .
At 80, helped President Monroe shape the Monroe Doctrine.
At 81, almost single-handedly created the University of Virginia and served as its first president.
At 83, died on the 50th anniversary of the Signing of the Declaration of Independence along with John Adams.
Thomas Jefferson knew because he himself studied the previous failed attempts at government. He understood actual history, the nature of God, his laws and the nature of man. That happens to be way more than what most understand today. Jefferson really knew his stuff. A voice from the past to lead us in the future:
John F. Kennedy held a dinner in the white House for a group of the brightest minds in the nation at that time. He made this statement: "This is perhaps the assembly of the most intelligence ever to gather at one time in the White House with the exception of when Thomas Jefferson dined alone."
"When we get piled upon one another in large cities, as in Europe, we shall become as corrupt as Europe ."
-- Thomas Jefferson
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
The Anarchist
The lenses inside of me that paint the world black
The pools of poison, the scarlet mists that spill over into rage
The things I've always been denied
An early promise that somehow died
A missing part of me that grows around me like a cage
This is the chorus from Rush's "The Anarchist" on their latest album "Clockwork Angels". It is an angst driven album from my take on it. I just love this segment of the song.
The lenses inside of me that paint the world black.
This is a great way of saying that the world is the way we see it. Using the lenses of our vision to show that we are actively creating our world, helps put this in perspective. It isn't really black, but that is how he chooses to see it.
The pools of poison, the scarlet mist that spill over into rage
Doesn't this just paint a mind picture of evil intent? The imagery that this gives me is so intense and the feeling spilling over into rage. Spill over, as in he's already full of anger(?) where the excess becomes rage. Damn.
The things I've always been denied
An early promise that somehow died
The sense of entitlement, something he deserved being taken. The turmoil of revolution, one of the oldest passions in the world.
A missing part of me that grows around me like a cage
I stared at this lyric for some time and didn't grasp what Neil was trying to say. Now I get it. All the rage, anger and the missing part of him to the point of obsession, creating a cage around his soul that he needs to break out of. He needs to be free of that want, that desire, that need. Freaking brilliant! I wish, oh how I wish I could write lines like that.
The lyrics can be found at http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/rush/theanarchist.html. The drum and bass work of this song are exceptional. I wish I had sound equipment that could do it justice.
Geddy Lee talks about the song here.
The song can be had here.
Poetry #1
I've found a few more poems that I've posted on FB.
I, Too
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.
Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--
I, too, am America.
--Langston Hughes
Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the dee...p trees, the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
~ Mary Oliver ~
The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
N...ow she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
--Mary Oliver
Tears In Sleep
by Louise Bogan
All night the cocks crew, under a moon like day,
And I, in the cage of sleep, on a stranger's breast,
Shed tears, like a task not to be put away---
In the false light, false grief in my happy bed,
A labor of tears, set against joy's undoing.
I would not wake at your word, I had tears to say.
I clung to the bars of the dream and they were said,
And pain's derisive hand had given me rest
From the night giving off flames, and the dark renewing.
I wanted to set these apart, for no reason other than repeating them.
I, Too
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.
Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--
I, too, am America.
--Langston Hughes
Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the dee...p trees, the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
~ Mary Oliver ~
The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
N...ow she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
--Mary Oliver
Tears In Sleep
by Louise Bogan
All night the cocks crew, under a moon like day,
And I, in the cage of sleep, on a stranger's breast,
Shed tears, like a task not to be put away---
In the false light, false grief in my happy bed,
A labor of tears, set against joy's undoing.
I would not wake at your word, I had tears to say.
I clung to the bars of the dream and they were said,
And pain's derisive hand had given me rest
From the night giving off flames, and the dark renewing.
I wanted to set these apart, for no reason other than repeating them.
Friday, January 4, 2013
Regrets
I find writing very cathartic. It has taken up a good
majority of my time this past year. I have written many and sent fewer letters
to friends over the past year and perhaps I should put the year into
perspective. This is an awfully self-centered post considering what some of my
friends have gone through. I apologize in advance.
I have been, and so have some the people I care about,
through an emotional year. For me, it has been a rough 3 years. I’m passing
through what some may call a mid-life crisis. I’ve re-evaluated what my life
has been and where I want it to go. I have the normal constraints. I have a
wife, family, job, home that I have to consider. My introspection has been unusually honest
for me. I might want to put my thoughts in relation to a recent article “Top 5
Regrets of the Dying”
1.
I wish I had the courage to live a life true to
myself, not the life others expected of me.
I’m not sure how to express this
in my own life. While at the time I felt I was living true to myself, I realize
that much of the time I wasn’t. About the only time growing up that I truly felt
that I was doing this was when I was in the process of trying out for the Naval
Academy. I really didn’t want to go. Yes, I knew it was an honor, but I really
didn’t want to go. I have always had a trouble with authority and at that point
in my life, it wouldn’t have ended well. Instead, I went to a religious school.
I didn’t go from some fanatical devotion, but to escape what my brother had
gone through at a state college. I wanted to study and learn. I didn’t want to
worry about my roommate coming in drunk or all the associated falderal. It also
didn’t hurt that I had exceptional test scores and I could have gone to almost
any school in the country.
I’m more reticent about my
mission. I think it did more harm than help. It came at a rough time in my life
and the added pressures pushed me over the edge. In many ways, I am thankful
that I went, but in others, not so much. I’ve spent a great deal of my life
coming to terms with all that happened to me in those two short years. Yes, I
learned a lot about myself, but they were parts of myself that I wish I never
knew.
I can’t say that I have a lot of
regrets about my life after that. I met and married a wonderful woman. We
received a great education and master’s degrees. I have a good job, and a great
family. I mostly wish I was more vocal about certain elements of my life, and
being a bit more open and honest with those around me.
2.
I wish I didn’t work so hard.
I’m not so sure if this applies to
me. I like working. I like the challenge of learning new things and solving new
problems. What I wish is that I didn’t worry so much. That is what I really
would like to say here.
3.
I wish I’d had the courage to express my
feelings.
I am really, really trying to get
over this. I don’t want this to be one of my regrets. I know it may be
disconcerting to many of my friends if I express just how much I care for them
and how much they have affected my life. I’m getting to the age where I don’t
really care what people think of me. If I care, I care. I’m overcoming the fear of telling people
that. Growing up, I lived in a very reserved family. I can see some friendships
and opportunities that have slipped by because I was so reserved. I’ve let
people assume I believe certain things because I didn’t express myself. I’ve
struggled in other ways because I wasn’t vocal with my concerns and my
impressions. I am a very emotional person, and not expressing myself has had a
detrimental effect on me and my relationships. I realize that now. I’m changing
it. In regards to item #1, this means I might be taking different paths than I
have in the past, but I cannot bear the thought of going to my grave with what
might have been. I may need to do some course correction, and I’ll be honest
and truthful about the path that I take.
4.
I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends
Thank God for the internet and
facebook. It has let me contact most of my friends and let me stay in somewhat
good touch with them. I know I bond hard, perhaps too hard. But I’m here. If
anyone wants to talk…I’m here.
5.
I wish that I had let myself be happier
I do need help with this, and I
think I’m getting better. I like my life. I don’t really have anything to
complain about. I have a good sense of humor and a good set of friends. I
sometimes wish, well, I always wish that I lived in a different state than
where I currently live, but other than that, I have a damn good life.
Tracy and I spoke last night about
regrets. There were the constant ones, like travel and job location. Still, we’ve
had a lot of opportunities. We worked hard to get a higher education. Later
life adoptions and family have us a bit more tied down at this point in our
life than others, but I wouldn’t trade my family. We may get the chance to do things later in
life, or when the kids are a bit more independent. If not, meh. I only have one shot at this,
and I am giving it my all. Sometimes my all is sitting in front of the TV
watching my son play video games. That is where I’m at in my life.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Kindle Those Books
I've just purchased my first books for my kindle app on my phone. While this might not seem as a big deal, it really is. I don't purchase books very often. I let the library do it for me. So, if you want my book $, it has to be something extraordinary.
For some background, I've started coming off a fairly deep emotional depression that has hounded me for the past couple of years. I've had two of these in my life. It is nothing I would wish on anyone. One of the things about this latest bout is some shifts in personality and behavior. I've always been a voracious reader. When I lived in Phoenix in the early 90s, I easily read 1500 pages a week. I poured through books. I was very similar when I moved to Illinois. I would bring stacks of books home from the library.
This latest depression is marked by some differences from my first. First, the internet. I have been able to find people that are going through similar things. My coping strategies are different because I have more information. Heck, even knowing that I was depressed was different from my first experience. My book reading dwindled to almost zero. I found it hard to concentrate on even a page. I rarely could make it through a paragraph before I lost interest and moved on. That is a shame too because I have a library that is perfect for me. I love the books I've collected. I also have my work purchase access to online book libraries. For the most part, I couldn't get away from a few internet forums. I wanted that comfort of others, reading through their experiences and trying to make sense of the emotions that they were experiencing. I did a lot of reading, but very little was in paper based books.
As I come out of this, I find that I can have a bit more concentration. I've been able to read a few pages at a time. Considering what I've been like these past years, that is a major accomplishment.
My purchases are formal writings of a few bloggers that I've followed the past few years. One of them has been extraordinary. What he has written on his blog has been outstanding. I wasn't sure I wanted to spend the 10 bucks, but I found he was just laid off from his job, so I figure that he has given me at least $10 of enjoyment, so I purchased it.
Much of my time the past two years have been spent on podcasts also. There is such a huge amount of knowledge and personalities out there that the internet can expose us to. Fascinating people and perspectives that I've found have changed my life and my outlook are available to me.
This is kind of a scattershot of a post, I realize. I wanted to write something, and this was handy.
For some background, I've started coming off a fairly deep emotional depression that has hounded me for the past couple of years. I've had two of these in my life. It is nothing I would wish on anyone. One of the things about this latest bout is some shifts in personality and behavior. I've always been a voracious reader. When I lived in Phoenix in the early 90s, I easily read 1500 pages a week. I poured through books. I was very similar when I moved to Illinois. I would bring stacks of books home from the library.
This latest depression is marked by some differences from my first. First, the internet. I have been able to find people that are going through similar things. My coping strategies are different because I have more information. Heck, even knowing that I was depressed was different from my first experience. My book reading dwindled to almost zero. I found it hard to concentrate on even a page. I rarely could make it through a paragraph before I lost interest and moved on. That is a shame too because I have a library that is perfect for me. I love the books I've collected. I also have my work purchase access to online book libraries. For the most part, I couldn't get away from a few internet forums. I wanted that comfort of others, reading through their experiences and trying to make sense of the emotions that they were experiencing. I did a lot of reading, but very little was in paper based books.
As I come out of this, I find that I can have a bit more concentration. I've been able to read a few pages at a time. Considering what I've been like these past years, that is a major accomplishment.
My purchases are formal writings of a few bloggers that I've followed the past few years. One of them has been extraordinary. What he has written on his blog has been outstanding. I wasn't sure I wanted to spend the 10 bucks, but I found he was just laid off from his job, so I figure that he has given me at least $10 of enjoyment, so I purchased it.
Much of my time the past two years have been spent on podcasts also. There is such a huge amount of knowledge and personalities out there that the internet can expose us to. Fascinating people and perspectives that I've found have changed my life and my outlook are available to me.
This is kind of a scattershot of a post, I realize. I wanted to write something, and this was handy.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Random Relationship Readings
I wanted to write an entire blog post about another person’s blog post but I wasn’t getting it right, so this will be more of a conglomeration.
From http://wayfaringfool.blogspot.com/2012/10/i-walk-way-alone.html.
So, I walk the Way alone. Sure, there are many others who share a view of the Way, but they are not here, and there is only so much we can do through words expressed on computer screens. The nature of humanity is that we need each other, physically, emotionally, and spiritually present. We communicate through nonverbal symbols and meaning that we cannot express in words. Without this interpersonal presence, we are lacking -- I am lacking.
.
.
.
Yet, as we become fearful of the influence of others; as we become resentful, tired, and frustrated at the wearying things we detest in our closest family and friends, we construct emotional walls in our emotional non-conscious minds that prevents the spiritual connection one with another. In so peering into the eyes of another, instead of the joy of spiritual connection, we feel nothing. We don't connect, because there is nothing to connect to -- the wall creates a defensive boundary that cannot be traversed. I know I have done this in the past, and probably still do; but in the Way, one lets go of the fears and emotions that prevent one from sensing the Way and following it.
I have come to recognize, years ago, that it is impossible to change another human being. I cannot force love, happiness, openness, or anything else. I fail to do so many things that would be nice, to try to listen, to absorb, and to give in ways that might help. I try to love unconditionally, but I fail, over and over again. I keep hoping that giving, serving, loving unconditionally, and trying my best to listen, I will do that which is right and good. Love needs no justification, it is beyond explanation. I love because I must and cannot avoid it. Sometimes, I do not feel love, acceptance, and validation in return -- maybe I expect too much. But it does not change my love in the least.
It is the last paragraph that I posted in Facebook. I liked the whole post except for the frustration that the author felt about his wife not sharing his religious feelings. At one one point they did, but the author decided it wasn't working for him, and I'm not judging him for that. People change as life changes. However, I don't know how valid his feelings are in being alone....this is a choice that he made. Consequences follow.
I do feel like the author as expressed in the last paragraph. I care about some people very strongly, and it doesn't really matter if I get much in return. I love because I must. It is my life, and I choose to care.
I have a friend that is going through a bit of a hard time right now. In writing her, I was reminded of something that I heard in High School. "The best thing a father can do for his kids is show them how much he loves their mother." I'm not sure if the saying is true, but it is something that I remember to this day.
I was reading an article recently, and I'm not sure what the topic was. It gathered my attention because it mentioned my profession. It was about dating. No, I'm not in the market but I do read things that might help me in my love life. It was a dating counselor or something and she said something along the lines of, "Don't spend all your time with those charismatic, flirty salesmen and managers. If you date them, you get a charismatic flirty salesmen. Don't overlook those tech and computer people that quietly go about their job. You might easily find someone that will worship you." I liked the sentiment.
Another story that I read sometime back involves a man in a coffee shop. He was people watching and he was watching an older couple and the man was so intent on the woman and looking into her eyes, it was clear that he cared deeply for this woman. At some point the woman excused herself and the man wanted to find out the story, as the man's actions were so involving. "Oh, she's a girl I dated in High School. We recently contacted each other. Her husband died about 10 years ago and my wife died 4 years ago. We've been writing and I decided to come out and see her. Isn't she beautiful?" The writer was taken by such devotion over 50 years in the making, to be reunited at last.
From http://wayfaringfool.blogspot.com/2012/10/i-walk-way-alone.html.
So, I walk the Way alone. Sure, there are many others who share a view of the Way, but they are not here, and there is only so much we can do through words expressed on computer screens. The nature of humanity is that we need each other, physically, emotionally, and spiritually present. We communicate through nonverbal symbols and meaning that we cannot express in words. Without this interpersonal presence, we are lacking -- I am lacking.
.
.
.
Yet, as we become fearful of the influence of others; as we become resentful, tired, and frustrated at the wearying things we detest in our closest family and friends, we construct emotional walls in our emotional non-conscious minds that prevents the spiritual connection one with another. In so peering into the eyes of another, instead of the joy of spiritual connection, we feel nothing. We don't connect, because there is nothing to connect to -- the wall creates a defensive boundary that cannot be traversed. I know I have done this in the past, and probably still do; but in the Way, one lets go of the fears and emotions that prevent one from sensing the Way and following it.
I have come to recognize, years ago, that it is impossible to change another human being. I cannot force love, happiness, openness, or anything else. I fail to do so many things that would be nice, to try to listen, to absorb, and to give in ways that might help. I try to love unconditionally, but I fail, over and over again. I keep hoping that giving, serving, loving unconditionally, and trying my best to listen, I will do that which is right and good. Love needs no justification, it is beyond explanation. I love because I must and cannot avoid it. Sometimes, I do not feel love, acceptance, and validation in return -- maybe I expect too much. But it does not change my love in the least.
It is the last paragraph that I posted in Facebook. I liked the whole post except for the frustration that the author felt about his wife not sharing his religious feelings. At one one point they did, but the author decided it wasn't working for him, and I'm not judging him for that. People change as life changes. However, I don't know how valid his feelings are in being alone....this is a choice that he made. Consequences follow.
I do feel like the author as expressed in the last paragraph. I care about some people very strongly, and it doesn't really matter if I get much in return. I love because I must. It is my life, and I choose to care.
I have a friend that is going through a bit of a hard time right now. In writing her, I was reminded of something that I heard in High School. "The best thing a father can do for his kids is show them how much he loves their mother." I'm not sure if the saying is true, but it is something that I remember to this day.
I was reading an article recently, and I'm not sure what the topic was. It gathered my attention because it mentioned my profession. It was about dating. No, I'm not in the market but I do read things that might help me in my love life. It was a dating counselor or something and she said something along the lines of, "Don't spend all your time with those charismatic, flirty salesmen and managers. If you date them, you get a charismatic flirty salesmen. Don't overlook those tech and computer people that quietly go about their job. You might easily find someone that will worship you." I liked the sentiment.
Another story that I read sometime back involves a man in a coffee shop. He was people watching and he was watching an older couple and the man was so intent on the woman and looking into her eyes, it was clear that he cared deeply for this woman. At some point the woman excused herself and the man wanted to find out the story, as the man's actions were so involving. "Oh, she's a girl I dated in High School. We recently contacted each other. Her husband died about 10 years ago and my wife died 4 years ago. We've been writing and I decided to come out and see her. Isn't she beautiful?" The writer was taken by such devotion over 50 years in the making, to be reunited at last.
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