the guy by the door …

I’d sing a song to make you feel this way:

Sadly, I never learned to sing. I’m afraid it might be too late. But I think I can learn to take pictures. Leaving my apartment this morning, John Denver popped into my head. I remember Catherine telling me that during her years at Harvard she realized she needed help because she liked Barry Manilow and nobody else did. She and I have both come to terms with our common malady, but I hope John Denver isn’t a sign of senile dementia.

Coming across the Charles, the sunshine in my eyes almost made my cry. The sunshine on the water looked so lovely. It made me high.

But if I had a wish that I could wish for you, i would not wish for sunshine all the while. I would wish that you also understand how Gene Kelly could sing in the rain. Or why I asked Philip Mannheim* to stop in the middle of Memorial Drive – seriously annoying 3 drivers – to run back and catch the fog on the river.

Beauty almost always makes me high.

*Dude! We can get a better picture than that!

… you can’t eat it, but it does.

She is promoting Harvard’s production of “A Chorus Line.” – the final four performances.

I don’t know if I will go. I’m committed to the Cheap Art Manifesto, originated by the Bread and Puppet Theater. I first saw them in the basement of the Washington Square Methodist Church [NYC] during Our War. It was not lighthearted entertainment. It was deadly serious.
*I am referring to an undergraduate woman as a ‘girl’. I claim artistic license in this instance.