Reflections on the Eve of Bin Laden’s Death. I woke up this morning and read that Bin Laden was dead. It made me remember September 11th. The funny thing about September 11th is that all of us have a story. All of us Americans.
The bus rumbles on through the blue night, Full of strangers waiting to be home. I search their faces with a tender curiosity Pretending I can read their minds and hearts.
Lots of young mothers with babies ride the buses in Rochester. It was different in San Francisco. In SF, people from all walks of life would ride the bus; everyone from the crazy homeless man to the business executive in a crisp suit. But in Rochester, you can tell that the people who ride the…
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This Sunday a simple errand took all afternoon because I had to bike six miles (each way) through the wilderness to accomplish it. I enjoyed the leafy autumn part of the wilderness, with little squirrels and bunnies frolicking on either side. It was the man-made wilderness that got to me— an endless, concrete, suburban desolation,…
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