Dear Jessie:
As the moon lingers a moment over the bitterroots before its descent into the invisible, my mind is filled with song. I find I am humming, softly, not to the music, but to something else. Someplace else.
A place remembered.
A field of grass where no one seemed to have been, except for the deer. And the memory is strengthened by the memory of you – dancing in my awkward arms.
Norman
Finally joined the library, the new reading list looks like this:
“Great Fortune: The Epic of Rockefeller Center” (Daniel Okrent)
“Chain of Command : The Road from 9/11 to Abu Ghraib (P.S.)” (Seymour M. Hersh)
“Hunting Down Saddam : The Inside Story of the Search and Capture” (Robin Moore)
“Rumsfeld’s War: The Untold Story of America’s Anti-Terrorist Commander” (Rowan Scarborough)
One reason I join libraries is so that I can read books from people or institutions that I refuse to give money to.. like Seymour Hersh. I refuse to fund this bastard, but I do want to know what he’s saying.
Currently Reading
Recently Completed
“Play Poker Like the Pros” (Phil Hellmuth)
“Championship No Limit & Pot Limit Hold ‘Em (Championship Series)” (Tom McEvoy, T.J. Cloutier)
“The Pentagon’s New Map: War and Peace in the Twenty-first Century” (Thomas P.M. Barnett)
Coming Soon
“The Civil War: A Narrative–Fort Sumter to Perryville, Vol. 1” (SHELBY FOOTE)
“The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark” (Carl Sagan, Ann Druyan)
One of my favorite authors is Richard Bach. A run through of my blogging over the last four years will point you to many quotes from his works over the years. There’s probably been no other author that was more influential in my most contemplative years as a teenager as this man.
Bach wrote across two books of his belief, so to speak, in alternate worlds. I believe it was in “One” that he wrote of how everytime we reach a major decision in life.. our world splits in two.. The reality.. and the alternate…
In one world, we move on.. with the decision that we made, the choice locked, and the reality is…. well the reality of what we face.
In the other world, the alternate, the opposite is true.. and thus the world splits off and becomes…. the alternate… it goes on without you, so to speak…
And then, in our dreams, or our nightmares, and at other times, we get a glimpse of what could have been – but yet will never be.
Or could it…
