Tomorrow a new year
On the ramparts of Pamplona against all odds/against all evens consumed by the right to risk a life for economic growth and ancillary goods manufactured overseas out of domestic foolish golds just like the later limping saint we were laid low by a cannonball— ours bizarrely christened Covid. It’s been another year of convalescence of injured honor and days stretched out to the point of tearing by tediums and bedsores down the back of our active, aching pride. Lessons still we’re learning the conversion continues in our cautious parties of return flirting dangerously with “normal”. A year like no other the same as all the rest one long chalkboard filled with teachings we ought to copy down for further study before it all gets wiped off tonight making room for tomorrow’s class.
Jim Radde
Posted at 10:50h, 30 DecemberGreg,
Very apt for our times.
Jim
Peter Bisson
Posted at 14:22h, 30 DecemberThank you Greg!
Paul Panaretos
Posted at 16:03h, 30 DecemberThanks, Greg.
I hope we emerge differently for the sake of everyone, everything in “tomorrow’s class.”