Sunday, May 21, 2006


John Silas Reed was born October 22, 1887 above the present day Zupan’s Market at 23rd and Burnside in Portland, Oregon. His father C.J. Reed was a dealer in agricultural equipment and his mother an heiress of the wealthy Green Family of Portland. Sickly as a child, Reed immersed himself, as children poor in health often do, in a rigorous reading of books, particularly stories of men of action, of romantic ideals and heroic countenance. His childhood was also greatly influenced by his mother’s brother who used his share of the family fortune to become a freebooter in Central America, dabbling in coffee plantations and local revolutionary politics and filled John’s head with tales of adventure and intrigue. In his teenage years his father became a major figure in local politics, appointed a U.S. Marshall by a man he admired greatly, Teddy Roosevelt, to investigate a major case of fraud in the timber industry. The juries C.J. Reed impaneled returned many indictments and the case eventually led to the fall of a U.S. Senator from Oregon.
And so the die was cast; an uncle who regaled him with stories of foreign adventure and revolution and a father who led a crusade against industrial and political corruption. Before leaving the Northwest John Reed’s life was framed.
Upon graduation from High School Reed traveled the breadth of the country to attend Harvard. There he was a diligent scholar, serving on the editorial boards of the Harvard Monthly and Lampoon and athlete competing with the Swim and Water polo teams. The writer John Dos Passos, who knew Reed during his Harvard days wrote of him: “Reed was a westerner and words meant what they said; when he said something standing with a classmate at the Harvard Club bar; he meant what he said from the soles of his feet to the waves of his untidy hair…Jack Reed was the best American writer of his time.”
Descending upon Manhattan with his newly minted degree, Reed joined the vibrant leftist community that thrived there before the First World War. He became friends with Max Eastman and Emma Goldman and covered the numerous Textile Worker’s strikes that convulsed and furthered the labor movement on the East coast for various Radical Magazines. He met the legendary “Big Bill Haywood” leader of the Industrial Workers of the World or “Wobblies. He also made the acquaintance of Eugene Debs. During this period he embraced not only the cause of exploited workers but also other tenants of the insurgent left including Emma Goldman’s call for “free love” and anti-militarism. Of his growing radicalism and associations Howard Zinn wrote: “What was worse was that they refused to remain mere writers and intellectuals, assailing the system with words; they walked picket lines, loved freely, defied government committees, went to jail. They declared for revolution in their actions as well as their art, ignoring those cautions against commitment offered, in any generation, by the voyeurs of social movements.”
In 1914 Reed traveled to Mexico to continue his education under the tutelage of the border raider and revolutionary Pancho Villa who nicknamed him “Chatito” or “Pug nose”. Despite his progressive views reed was very much a man of his times and fell under the spell of the macho Mexican whom he describe as "the most natural human being I ever saw -- natural in the sense of being nearest a wild animal." Reed also found the comradeship of Villa”s Army intoxicating:. “After draining a bottle of tequila to impress the soldiers, Reed says: "I am very fond of Mexico. I like Mexicans too. And I like sotol, aguardiente, mezcal, tequila, pulque, and other Mexican customs!" They shouted with laughter.
Captain Fernando leaned over and patted my arm. "Now you are with the men (los hombres). When we win the revolución it will be government by the men, not by the rich. We are riding over the lands of the men. They used to belong to the rich, but now they belong to me and the compañeros." "And you will be the army?" I asked. "When the revolución is won," was the astonishing reply, "there will be no more army. The men are sick of armies."
Returning to New York he was sent to cover the onset of WWI. For the next two years he traveled back and forth from Europe and Russia to the States reporting on the war and speaking out against it when in New York. He lost his journalistic objectivity in the killing fields and was not ashamed - "War means an ugly mob-madness, crucifying the truth-tellers, choking the artists.... It is not our war." He testified before Congress against conscription: "I do not believe in this war...I would not serve in it."
In 1916, back in Portland, he met the woman who would spend the rest of his short life with him, Louise Bryant. She was herself a writer and an anarchist of sorts. In 1917 the two made their way, through Finland, to Russia and the flowering Bolkshevik Revolution. There he met Lenin and Trotsky and witnessed the historic events of the workers revolt. Particularly impressive to him was the storming of the Tsar’s Winter Palace by the workers’ “Army”. He returned to New York to produce, after a battle with the State Department for his confiscated notes his most important work Ten Days That Shook The World. This short excerpt conveys the excitement of the times: "Up the Nevsky, in the sour twilight, crowds were battling for the latest papers.... On every corner, in every open space, thick groups were clustered; arguing soldiers and students...The Petrograd Soviet was meeting continuously at Smolny, a centre of storm, delegates falling down asleep on the floor and rising again to take part in the debate, Trotsky, Kamenev, Volodarsky speaking six, eight, twelve hours a day..."
Reed helped to form the Communist Party in America and returned to Russia as a delegate to the first Communist International. While at a conference in Baku on the Black Sea he contracted Typhus and quickly took to his deathbed. Louise remained at his side until the end. Reed died in a Moscow Hospital at the age of 33. Although Reed did not live to see the Spanish Civil War we can be sure that his heart and soul would have been with the Spanish worker’s. After his death Louise Bryant wrote to friends in the states…
“But I have been in Red Square since then — since that day all those people came to bury in all honor our dear Jack Reed. I have been there in the busy afternoon when all Russia hurries by, horses and sleighs and bells and peasants carrying bundles, soldiers singing on their way to the front. Once some of the soldiers came over to the grave. They took off their hats and spoke reverently. “what a good fellow he was!” said one. “he came all the way across the world for us.” “he was one of ours” In another moment they shouldered their guns and went on again.”


Blogger WeCanFixThisMess said...

"Reds" was just on HBO the other day. I had never really seen it- and really only saw a bit of it that day. Both Emma Goldman and Jack in one movie.

Though from what I know of Emma she seemed rather subdued in the film.

Jack Reed reminds me of the documentary filmmakers of today. Like then, it may well be the chroniclers of our day that make the greatest impact and history will remember. It's odd how Jon Stewart, Steven Colbert, Michael Moore are the truth tellers getting the message out. The people in the establishment think of them as fools or dilettantes but the "people" are listening and change is slowly coming.

Though Reed believed in Communism- probably as a utopian ideal not as the means of corruption and control that it became- its so strange how, today, the progressives in this country actually believe in and fight for the fundamentals and foundation of this nation. It is the pure capitalists who are using the system for control and corruption. When the hell did capitalism become the new communism?

I think the lesson from both situations is that any system, unchecked, will be corrupted by human nature. Always greed.

Our system is designed to stop us from ourselves-- as the group or mob always tend to destroy. I pray that the people history looks back on from our time will be those who helped us find our way back to the better side of our natures. I think they will.

PS Hope your sister is doing better.

3:36 PM  
Blogger durrati said...


Welcome. You are quite right, dear Emma was much too large for the big screen. (Though I just think Kathy Bates might do her justice) perhaps you should pitch a screenplay!
I heartily agree with your point that Reed's subjective reporting was much like that of the three above mentioned gentlemen. It is only a part of the journalist's obligation to report facts. And a very important part. But behind the facts there is causuality. This is what tells the story.
I do not claim to be a communist, as you know, but many of the people I admire were, at one time or another. Unfortunately any ideal of man can be corrupted by men. Witness our floundering republic. But in the end perhaps it is what we believe in and defend, rightly or mistakenly that affirms our character. I will never question your committment to what is right.
My sister, though 12 lbs. lighter is doing better, we force fed her at a family outing yesterday. How are you? All rehabilitated and geared up?
Don't be a stranger.....

5:59 PM  
Blogger Joe Don Martin said...

The Great Christian Conservative Cultural Revolutionary Cabal that squawks so shrill and squeaky, slavering for the theological ochlocracy must be rounded up and sent to Utah- which is Zion.

Turn your speakers up really loud, cancel any plans you may have for June 6th, 2006 and click right HERE!

8:18 PM  
Blogger KidKawartha said...

Um, I'll get right on that, JD. Yeah. That's a good one. National day of Slayer.

8:23 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It's sad that Reed died so young. A lot of good men and women were enamoured with the theory of communism, but were subsequentely disenchanted once it became distorted into a monstrous dictatorship designed to take from the very people it purported to assist, and give to the ruling classes. It became what it was supposed to correct.
WCFTM, I truly hope you are right. Your optimism is refreshing to the spirit.
Durruti, glad to hear your sister is on the road to recovery. Take care all.

9:42 AM  
Blogger durrati said...


I do not pretend to be a qualified critic of competing economic and social-political theories. That being said I offer the opinion that Communism suffered from it's being adopted by somewhat backward nations that had a history of autocratic rulership. Had communism been adopted by a nation with more democratic institutions, the result might have been different. The capitalists' insistence that people will not produce for other than self serving reasons results in problems also....

6:12 PM  
Blogger Private Partz said...

Bon Soir All,

Sorry it's been a while, but George Bush's "roaring" economy has rendered my job "restructured" and "reassigned" and therefore I have been beating the pavement for new employment. Now, if I were a communist I could turn to the state...Seriously, I believe the lesson here is not so much a righteous system of government, but that people need to live a life embedded with dignity. Whether it is Autocratic oppression resulting in bastardized communistic ideals, or a Connecticutt-Texas Junta controlling a nominal Republic, absolute power corrupts absolutely.
Did I mention it's nice sleeping in in the mornings?


6:47 PM  
Blogger durrati said...

Good to see you, Clouseau!

Morning sleep is indeed the best. Sorry to hear of your employment woes, I finally sorted mine out (thanks to a bit of nepotism). As to your main point,in the words of Travis Tritt:

"Won't you tell me if you can
Cause life's so hard to understand
Why's the rich man busy dancing
While the poor man pays the band
Oh they're billing me for killing me
Lord have mercy on the working man"

7:36 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Partz, is all okay? I've been through that, as has Durrati, but at least I had a pension, meagre as it may be.
Roaring economy? Does that refer to the actual state of the nation or the fluff that the U.S. government is floating to shore up the popularity of the Bush? Ah, I see - satirical sarcasm. I lost my snark awhile ago, and am actively searching for Shangrila to reclaim it.
I've been listening to BBC and RFI and others about the financial situation globally (mainly driven by the decline of the U.S. currency, it's huge debtload and the growing global tendency to switch to Euros), and worrying about my pension investments that have so far just barely managed to allow me to live in my house, with the help of another job, which does nothing for my vanity, as I'm earning about 1/10th on an hourly rate of what I used to earn - yet am providing much the same service. Ageism?
I'm hopeful that all the nasty hype is just more fearmongering by all those liberal/progressive type folks who are Jealous - yes Jealous of the success of Bush and his acolytes (Young Frankenstein is a favourite of mine - still some spark of snark?).
On an aside, I listened to the last interview that CBC did with Jane Jacobs, shortly before she died a few weeks ago. She was talking about her hypothesis (based on that of Socrates) that there were two very necessary parts of society - the Guardians and the Commercial. They had to balance, otherwise society would descend into decline - a symbiotic relationship. She indicated that today was cause for concern, because the Commercial had gained the upper hand - the neo-con conservative youth - and that they had hijacked the educational and health systems, which should be guarded by the Guardians. The highjack of the educational system meant that most of the younguns were not taught to think critically, were not taught to be forward thinkers, were not taught to think, only to repeat by rote the lessons of the Commercial class. I may be a stupid, scared old lady, but Jane made sense as usual and her take was that once everything was out of balance, we were looking at a decline of civilization. With what's going on in the world, perhaps she is not off the mark? In my opinion, we are in a reverse revolution. It's not the workers who are winning, it's the upper class through Corporations. Sadly they don't realize that the only thing that keeps them alive and wealthy is consumers. Once they wipe out the consumers by starvation wages, sloppy - nay criminal working conditions, regressive health and safety conditions - who will be left to do the work and pay for their products?
Sorry, Durruti, I had a glass of wine, and am running off at the mouth.
Communism is not my cup of tea even in Karl Marx's ideology which bears no resemblance to today's version.
I don't believe that society should bear the brunt of all the folks who willingly try to exploit it, whether it be a drug cartel who lives off the misery of others, or of a Corporation that takes advantage of all the misinformed investors so the CEOs can make more money that they can ever spend in this lifetime, or a welfare cheat who tries to take the system for every dime he/she can squeeze out. I also do not believe in the cult of Celebrity that has seemed to overwhelm society today. I do believe that everyone has a responsibility to contribute to the wellbeing of society as a whole. Welfare is necessary for some who are not able to adequately take care of themselves (e.g. working poor, mentally and physically challenged folks, seniors, abused children etc). Healthcare should not be a money making scheme - how can a country run efficiently when the population cannot afford adequate health care to keep them in tip-top working condition? How can we ignore the plight of the aboriginal people who are living in substandard conditions and drinking water that is contaminated with e-Coli? Who can justify that? How can we ignore global warming - a condition that even the rich will not be able to buy their way out of? How did we get to be so dumbed down as a society.
Off my soap box. Time to reread the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire.

9:10 PM  
Blogger durrati said...


I just love it when you run off at the mouth! :) Nothing to add, just well done, thanks for the rant!

9:34 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


Thanks for asking, but all is fine. Unlike many unfortunate souls in Bush's America, I knew this was coming for sometime (just not exactly when) and was able to prepare for it somewhat by 'trimming the sails' on our financial ship before the axe. Hmm, sorry, a bit of mixed metaphor.
And, please, like Monsieur Durrati said, rant away!!

12:40 PM  
Blogger Private Partz said...


That went in anonymously for some reason, but be assured it was I, the Chief Inspector and guardian of the Pink Panther diamond!


12:42 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good God, it's me.
Dur, All I can tell you is Bravo!! I have "Ten Days that Shook the World" and have only read the intro and forward.
What a wonderful job you did with his bio.

Whattheh, Reed did pack a lot of living into those 33 years. I'd say 2 lifetimes.

I ventured back to JC's. I probably won't be able to post very often if at all.

Things are very difficult on the health front. I wish I could type more. I try to pace myself but am really trying to find some meaning to suffering 24/7.
Whoever said, "what doesn't kill us makes us stronger," got it all wrong or didn't have relentless pain. I say, "when it comes to arthritis, what doesn't kill us makes us very cranky, faint easily, and get nauseous at the drop of a hat." Humor still intact.

Thinking of you all.
Kid, your advice is always close. When you get to feeling down, know this one thing. You alone inspired me to keep fighting.

7:36 PM  
Blogger KidKawartha said...

Aaaah, a new reason to live. ;) You're welcome, jackie-o. I'm working with a new chiropractor who's very aggressive in doing whatever is possible to correct the effects of arthritis, and he's willing to let me trade some renovations for care. Remember there are some fights you throw your whole life into, and sometimes you just turn your sail and run with the new wind in your life and trust it leads to a new destination.

8:05 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Jackie_O, it's so good to hear from you, but I'm so sorry to hear about the pain and the duration of the pain. You are in my thoughts frequently, so do take care, and do come back when you can. We had, in an earlier post, mentioned voice recognition software. It's much more efficient these days than it used to be.
Yea, Kid is an inspiration. I'm going through some tough times right now with my daughter, and my poor 17 year old son is ready to forcibly take me to the doc, bless his heart. When I read about Kids problems and the dignity and heart he brings to the table, I feel that my problems are just a tiny glitch in the microcosm. Then I read about your situation, and I feel silly worrying about things that will someday right themself if I live long enough. Having said that, you are also an inspiration, and I love reading your comments. Take care of yourself and post when you are able, for the benefit of your fans.

9:09 PM  
Blogger WeCanFixThisMess said...

Well, since my head-on collision, my back and right knee have been completely whacked. Here I was feeling down about it all but now I realize that I may actually qualify for membership in a club populated by some of my absolute favorite people on the web/North American Continent.

Of course, I'm joking, but it's been really hard taking all these pills, going to physical therapy three times a week and having the fear that my back might be hurting for years to come. I was feeling really down today till I read all your posts.

You guys are an inspiration. God, that always sounds so hokey to say. But you inspire me to take it easy and pace myself and stop thinking I'm going through this alone (though quite a few friend have oddly been AWOL since my wreck). I just need to keep moving forward and not get stuck in depression. Kid, I've decided to kind of follow your lead and let this life altering event lead to me a new and possibly better place. Changing your life is the bravest thing any of us can do. Jackie, I'm sending good thoughts your way and hoping this is just a temporary phase in your progress. And WhattheH- listen to your son and take good care of yourself.

If you guys want to vote me off the island, I totally understand, but for now I'm feeling a little solidarity with you healing folks. And its doing me a lot of good.

9:54 PM  
Blogger durrati said...


Perish the thought bub, you belong to the tribe, you are most welcome here....

Jacq, dear Jacq,

The thought of you suffering so sends daggers into my heart. Your good humor and wit have added much to my little blog already and I hope you can find a way to keep in touch. If we can help with the above mentioned software, let us know. The General still won't let me back in. Calling MzNick a "prig" probably sealed my doom...

Whattheheh, bear with me I'm gonna leave this post on top another day or two in case anyone wants to answer this thread...

Kid, It must be true that pain temoers the spirit...and you are a shining example....

3:58 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Back again to check, and what do I see? One of my favouritist people back again. There is a goddess! Jackie and Fixit!
Fixit, I always feel rather superficial relating personal experiences - normally, like all of us, I am very reticent. Strange the effect of the internet when you meet like minded soulmates. Anyway, I'm about to bore you to tears with my tale of my brother-in-law, cause I think it just may provide some food for thought. When I was 10, my older sister started going out with a man who was 11 years older. In 1959, that was not a good thing, but Roy was (and is) a charmer - silly, goofy, embarassing but a charmer. My parents hated the situation - night club entertainer, no future etc. but to this day I wonder whether it was because his history was Irish. Anyway, cut to the chase - he eventually ended up as a master craftsman in sheet metal. One day, he was walking on a construction site, and a drunken dump truck driver missed his mark, hit the construction trailer with enough force that it flipped it over, and it pinned poor Roy between the trailer and a truck. It was touch and go, but he survived. The Doctors told us he would be limited in intelligence (he always was - those terrible jokes!) and he would probably be paralyzed if he lived. My sister stayed by his side when she wasn't working to support their two small kids and keep a roof over their head. It took a long time for recovery, and he is a walking medical miracle but today Roy is going on 76 - he's still driving around (he works at an auto impound centre) and driving me nuts with his corny jokes but I love that guy more than I will ever tell him. My sister and he are still married after almost 45 years, and today I'm more worried about my sister than I am about Roy. Moral of the story - shit happens, but it's how you react to the shit that matters. Roy should be dead - the trailer that was flipped on him was over 10 thousand pounds. Somehow, within himself, Roy found the courage and the will, and thirty years later he's still driving me nuts. He's older, but he's spry and still in full control of all his faculties.
When shit happens, the tendency is to sink into despair - I know cause that's what I've been doing these last 6 months and it's not the first time (my life is a sinkhole). What I'm starting to learn, from interacting with you very special folks is that I'm not alone, and that in itself makes me stronger. Why? Because I care about you all. You are giving me a gift - pulling me out of my self imposed prison of depression. For that I thank you all.

4:32 PM  
Blogger KidKawartha said...

Ok, you're off. Come back when you learn some manners and how to fit in. Psych!
If only you could transfer the character growth from pain into something a little less ethereal, though.
The thing about pain is that is always personal- and in our suffering -avoidance cultures, you will find out for sure and in a hurry who your friends are, Fixit. That's for damn sure. But, believe me, the friends you create through shared pain and laughter in spite of it are worth ten times the fair-weather ones. I'd rather be alone than surrounded by people who don't really care or just pretend to. Fuck that. (yes, this is personal)
A little note to JD- in my comment up thread I forgot to make it read more light-hearted and I didn't want to seem judgemental. Personally, I'm looking forward to the remake of Damien:Omen on June 6. Liev Schreiber is always worth watching. Plus I'm waiting for JD's friday afternoon LSD post. ;)
And Fixit, you can ignore my automotive advice, but you better get your ass to a chiropractor, at least for a consult. Therapy by all means, with 100% of your effort, but I can't say it strong enough- if you've got spine issues, posture issues, chronic pain, just get there. Talk to trusted friends to get hold of a good one. I literally wouldn't be alive without mine, because they've made my life livable, if not "normal".
Have a good weekend, everyone.

4:42 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Have you thought about Yoga? I've been practising for a year or so. At the beginning it was difficult, and I gave up many times, but I kept coming back. It's not a cure-all, but I have hand movement back and my knees aren't cracking and locking the way they did after the accident, so it's done me good. Not sure whether it's the mind over matter or the exercise.
My sister recommended a chiropractor, but I couldn't afford the rates so I went the Yoga route and so far it's working mighty fine. Just a thought.
P.S. when I started again (I was a practitioner in my twenties, but lapsed for more years than I care to mention - okay 30 years) I couldn't touch my toes or bend my fingers into my palms. Now I can with ease and no pain. As an offshoot, it's helping with my arthritis. I have a bad time with my hands because I've broken most of the bones at one time or another and I have calcium deposits, but I'm beginning to get the mobility back. One person's experience is not the same as another's but I recommend Yoga.

6:25 PM  
Blogger durrati said...

Well, now that you mention it,

I had half a modular home fall on me in 2001. Rounded off the T -12 and T-11 vertabres rather nicely; broke five ribs. I did not join in the laments because I am luck to be here- in no position to complain. I practice yoga (a throwback and advantageous knowledge from my twenties)and can join whattheheh in recommending it. The pain is not severe but rather of the nagging variety and I fear what will happen when the disk is completely gone, but the snake and the plow provide a lot of temporary relief :)

7:28 PM  
Blogger Joe Don Martin said...

I missed a day this week so it's Saturday not Friday because I was playing a reunion gig slash improvisational session with some old friends down in the bluegrass state KY for jelly though it's unnecessary. Picture if you will- in your ears because you do not know what I look like except in my cavalry hat and smoking- a reasonable facsimile of Tom Waits singing for Sun Ra's Arkestra with a still withdrawing, "Love Supreme"-era Coltrane with body painted strippers on either corner of the stage and a delightful miasma of skunk, patchouli, and sex hanging in the off-red light. Except for a cracking version of "Going Out West", it was all stream of consciousness and I remember very little about it. With the exception of the little tete a tete in the assault minivan apres show avec the female counterpart to my own particular insanity. So, check these guys. I have no cure for the pain I'm seeing here, only this sweet, simple song by Gnarls Barkley- a collaboration between former Goodie Mob crooner, Cee-Lo, and Gorillaz producer, Dangermouse- to perhaps summon up a smile amongst the laid low in these parts. I can only empathize because all of my pains are in my head and heart and are some variation of my own creation- except for that Generalissimo Bush Migraine.

Now, here's all that in Pirate-Speak;

"I missed a tide this tides so 'tis Saturday nay Friday on accoun' o' I be playin' a reunion gig slash improvisational session wi' some old shipmates down in th' bluegrass state KY fer jelly tho 'tis unnecessary. Picture if ye will- in yer ears on accoun' o' ye do nay know what I look like 'ceptin' in me cavalry hat an' smoking- a reasonable facsimile o' Tom Waits singin' fer Sun Ra`s Arkestra wi' a still withdrawin', "Love Supreme"-era Coltrane wi' body painted strippers on either corner o' th' stage an' a delightful miasma o' skunk, patchouli, an' sex hangin' in th' off-red light. 'ceptin' fer a crackin' version o' "Goin' Ou' West", 't be all stream o' consciousness an' I reckon very wee about 't. Wi' th' exception o' th' wee tete a tete in th' assault minivan apres show avec th' female counterpart t' me own particular insanity. So, check these guys. I be havin' nay cure fer th' pain I be seein' here, only this sweet, simple song by Gnarls Barkley- a collaboration between former Goodie Mob crooner, Cee-Lo, an' Gorillaz producer, Dangermouse- t' perhaps summon up a smile amongst th' laid low in these parts. I can only empathize on accoun' o' all o' me pains be in me hade an' heart an' be some variation o' me own creation- 'ceptin' fer that Generalissimo Bush Migraine."

Feel better y'all.

7:51 PM  
Blogger KidKawartha said...

Aaaah. Much better. Now my week is complete.

9:35 PM  
Blogger durrati said...

That`s a very catchly wee number, Joe, an' I think we all can share th' sentiment. Glad t' hear ye be keepin' busy wi' yer music. Thar be nay cure fer th' Bush wallbanger I fear, I recomment drinkin' heavily....

4:31 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Are you still fishing, or have you decided to wind down?
Blogging is a very demanding pasttime, and one has a life, so I will understand. If you've decided to wind down, let me tell you that you've given me many hours of enjoyment. The contentment of interacting with different people, from different parts of the world, with different viewpoints and problems and discovering that it doesn't matter in the long run, has been very gratifying. Take care and be well.

3:54 PM  
Blogger durrati said...

just dealing with a new job and schedule, what, please bear with...

8:09 PM  

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