In the morning I like to read the poem in the Writer's Almanac. This is a daily email sent out ostensibly by Garrison Keillor, though I believe by now he has become some sort of industry and must have a number of elves keeping things going. God help NPR and all writers when he retires.
At any rate, today's poem was really quite good and worth sharing here (http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/). It's called Great Things Have Happened.
I think one of the reasons it stands out is that on Sunday I attended the funeral of a friend. Van Bluemell was my brother's father-in-law and someone I got to know at various holidays and summer vacations. He was a gentle person when I knew him, though he may have had a bit of a temper at one point, and someone who loved being in the outdoors. He grew up in the Depression and learned to work hard and that education is a ticket to a better life. As such, he used his ticket to become a physics professor at WPI.
As his friends and daughters told stories of Van and what it was like to know him there were a number of moments raised where in the moment life seemed a bit better than normal, a bit more magical or felt, or something like that. We all have these moments. A smell, sensation or thought of being small and snuggled with a parent or older and newly on our own sharing a moment with a new lover and curled together.
We all miss you Van.
Causes James Buchanan Supports
Expanding health care in the US, ending war as a viable tool of foreign policy, and issues related to social justice in general.