You can’t traipse very long on this mortal coil before encountering end-of-life truths. A friend in Atlanta, in the Delta Airlines master operations room on 9-11, tells with restrained panache her version of such an encounter. Driving blithely about town one day, she came to a familiar intersection marked by a traffic light (robot). Since […]
Cemetery Poetry: The Place Where They Sleep
You can’t traipse very long on this mortal coil before encountering end-of-life truths. A friend in Atlanta, in the Delta Airlines master operations room on 9-11, tells with restrained panache her version of such an encounter. Driving blithely about town one day, she came to a familiar intersection marked by a traffic light (robot). Since […]