From partner, at lunch yesterday
In relation to the falling snow, and the mind numbing soul draining misery it brings:
“Sometimes, I fantasise that it’s the white ash of nuclear fallout, mixed with superheated bone fragments and teeth”
Sometimes, I want to go to Partner’s happy place.
I made a very similar comment while watching the snow fall to Mr. Walker, my US History teacher in Hah Skrool in 1962. He looked at me kinda funny then told me I’d do well not to write down things like that and only tell them to folks I really trusted or I’d likely be explaining myself to men with far too much power and far too little sense of humor. This all while he was trying not to crack up. Yep, I got straight A’s in his class. He had just spent the war years including the Korean Police Action successfully commanding submarines, sinking ships and killing our enemies, lots of ’em. Mr. Walker was one of the most genteel and civilised men I’ve ever had the good fortune to learn from.
quiet heroes
Had to borrow that for my picture of white blossoms budding on a tree.