At the week’s end…when emotions and actions swirl together into a mind’s mess and pile, I attempt to unwind by watching a documentary on the television about the British Empire.
Startled, I remember his favorite game, that of naming British royalty…every last one of them…all the way back to the beginning; the most incongruous personalities and names; the most obstreperous, dangerous and elite personalities. The whole lot of them, all that we left behind upon sailing for the new world.
Then I know that books unread and jokes unmade is my new lot. It is then that I miss him the most…
690 Saint Paul 