As I said at the time …
You’re home once more, with many fresh laurels, I hope. On my end, the computer’s fixed and I’m dancing with some frequency again. At least between some heavy allergies. (Birch pollen at the moment; pine comes soon.)
I’m still in shock from Sam Hamill’s “To Eron on Her Thirty-Second Birthday” – she’s always a twelve-year-old tomboy in my memory! Impossible, it seems. And that was back when I was still married and my wife studied painting under John Bennett’s wife, Ellensburg, Washington … back in his Vagabond days. Small world. Am still trying to figure out when and where I heard Bill Stafford read. Yakima Valley College, I believe. Will the parts of my life ever come together?
Yes, you certainly are a moon-child, with all of the sign’s gentle humanity. Violet, a variant of purple, the cancer-sign’s color. Star, like the moon, of the moody night. Well-named, it seems! For whatever reason, more of my serious relationships have been with women born under the sign of Cancer than with any other; in fact, there have been no Gemini or Libra, which are supposed to be a natural fit for me. Go figure!
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My, what ancient history this, too, has become!
Jnana's Red Barn 
A sweet memory or a happy hello today?
A sweet memory. Ever wonder where many of the people in your past have gone? Even the ones you knew only through correspondence? This is one …
Looking back on this, I see one major point of change. When I finally remarried, it was to a Gemini. And how! Making up for lost time?
Yes, I do wonder about some folks now and then, but life has a way of cycling us through a lot of hellos and goodbyes. Making up for lost time? I’ll get there someday