Covert’s Notes Taken
August 9, 2020 By Richard 3 Comments
Two Poems One Link Two Paragraphs
August 9, 2020 at 7:56 pm
Understand his feeling. Don’t agree, but understand. During the war, my father, a WW2 infantry Sargent and survivor of the Battle of the Bulge with a Bronze Star and I (a smart ass teenager) had many knock down arguments about Miss Fonda. He wanted her hung for treason. When I mentioned our fly boys (John McCain among them) were bombing civilians, he said “so what. They are the enemy. We should nuke Hanoi!” End of argument. An otherwise intelligent, compassionate man who had experienced things no one should have to experience had developed a perspective that I could not penetrate. So we left it at that.
Also understand the mop and floor. Seems like we never complete ANYTHING. However, Linda’s garden is now starting to produce produce. Beans, peas, lettuce (three types) and zucchini . On the horizon are tomatoes, green peppers and carrots. Already ate the artichoke. Yep, only one. Huge plant. One med. artichoke. Maybe you can offer some advice? Hope you are doing well.
August 9, 2020 at 8:22 pm
Listening to the exchange I wondered at the why. What was the trigger? I missed it. To me he just started talking I did not see the cue even eye contact. The words were ready to drop. Perhaps, he’s been living 50 years with this thinking floating on the surface. I shuddered at how damaging that could be. But, I only carried away a few lines from I man I don’t know.
August 10, 2020 at 10:42 am
As I read Cold Call, I personalized it and put in your and Catharine’s separation after 50 years. It fits the fifty years and the tragedies and hurts of lingering feelings of the past and the way it was done.
I relate to Kitchen Floor. But think of the joy of a clean floor for one day.
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