July Sixth, again
My son calls me ‘daddy’ & my world shudders. The power of a word. I saw a note, possibly from NY Gov Cuomo, circa day 56 of our quaranTime. He was noting how 1918 went for 2 years, WW I for 4, …
oddly in July, summer filled energy and angst
rain falls to the ground, occasionally missing – Jul ’18, durhamtown Summer in durhamtown – personally not the best thing about durhamtown. ’cause … the south. Warm. A bit muggy. Of course, the amount of snow I have to shovel balances things …