Thursday, September 17, 2009

The passing of time

I’ve apparently reached an age when death comes a’callin’ more and more frequently. Already been to a couple of funerals, now one of my first cousins has passed. We didn’t know each other well, although we didn't live all that far apart. A reality I now regret. Life too often interferes with relationships.

Favorite music talent, Mary Traverse of Peter Paul and Mary, 1960’s folk singer lost her fight with leukemia this week. Gentle poet and Laugh In star Henry Gibson, who wrote all his own poems also shuffled off this week. They are already missed.

On the other hand, if you are interested in the changing world of publishing, James Patterson recently signed a 17-book deal with Little Brown. The Idiosyncratic Mind has a fascinating comment on the deal.

Weather is still dry and August-like, here at the top of the map, and the titular head of Lake Woebegone contemplates mortality and change. You all be well and hug someone you love.

1 comment:

  1. What you wrote is all too true, Carl. I learned to play guitar using Peter, Paul, and Mary's songbook, and I still look forward to the annual re-plays of their holiday concert on our public television station. Along with Pete Seeger, Joan Baez, Bob Dylan, they were musical icons for those of us who grew up in the 60's. Mary Traverse will be missed. Like you, I've lost close friends my age, and just tonight heard that another one is facing imminent death. You're right -- make time for those you love, and even those you only like. Life holds no promises.

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