End-of-summer-courage

Thinking of the end-of-summer-courage of teachers and coaches, prepping the new schedule, the bookshelves, the policies, pushing the chairs around, cleverly putting friendly reminders near the wall clock. All that readiness for a group of students who might be in a thousand different places, needing all kinds of everything.

RIP Lyman Williams

The great Lyman Williams. Missing and missed two years. Father of my buddy, Rusty. Geology professor and Interlochen summer camp science museum curator. I can hear his bagpipes winding from the valleys to the high meadows of Sheepshead in the San Juan Mountains, his cheery, spindly, Dick Van Dyke laugh and hello.

Dancers and the dance

We checked into a Wilkes-Barre, PA hotel last night that has a ballroom where very old people danced to big band music in full formal attire.

The ancient dancers slipped into their rooms and under the covers and slept like the dead.

A little woried for them.

Thestrals

Tomorrow the Murdock tribe will be eating ice cream cones in memory of my dad, a man easily inspired to travel great distances for a good cone. He is two years missing/missed. In Harry Potter, people who have grieved can see Thestrals in the streets: a weird flying animal taxi. My experience has been that people who have grieved can see EACH OTHER in the streets. Vanilla, chocolate, espresso, pistachio, and wild cherry.

Fresh Air

“I’ve always admired how well [Terry Gross] imagines herself into the mind of the person she’s interviewing. Like she once asked the magician Ricky Jay something like ‘Is there ever a trick where the behind-the-scenes stuff – the secret stuff we don’t see – is actually more interesting than what we DO see?’ Inventing a question like that is such a pure imaginative act of empathy. She does it all the time. She asked my cousin Philip Glass, memorably, ‘Do you ever try to write music that doesn’t sound like Philip Glass music?’ The greatest question he’s ever been asked in an interview. ‘Yes!’ he responded, excited by the question. ‘And every time I fail.’” -Ira Glass