I am told that he was getting a little better. He was brought home. He smiled and asked after others. And then he quietly slid into the sleep from which no one ever awakens. It is still difficult to process. I sense the loss of not one man, but of two men, who had been … Continue reading In memory of an uncle and a poet.
I have just returned from a very long business meeting. Having extricated my feet from a pair of painfully fashionable shoes, I’ve put them up on a sofa. My watch and belt are on a coffee table, my suit jacket is on the sofa, and my shirt sleeves are rolled up. Wherever I travel for … Continue reading An internal matter: brilliance in design.