The Pendulum Swings
I’ll be returning to Chicago shortly for Pat Gleason’s funeral. I’ve been asked to read something at the funeral, and I’m attempting to write something for the occasion. I’ll be typing in the car with my new laptop, I guess. That I was needed urgently back home but was unable to get there for three days is very distressing.

Meanwhile, the same day that Mr. Gleason passed away, I received the largest single cheque I’ve ever been cut. It was payment for writing, no less. Strange days.

Today, Sara and I go out in search of clothes suitable for the service and then drive the length of Wisconsin. I’ll be in touch over the weekend, though. Lots going on, in general, these days.

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