After a couple days of real drenching, it was nice to see the sun once again. And the ocean.
View and I went to the cliffs down at the end of Paradise Road this afternoon. The roar of the waves chipping away, millimeter by millimeter, at the lava rocks below gave our minds a bit of respite from – well, you know.
It’s nearly two weeks since the play closed. Still, I go over lines every once in a while, to see if I can improve. I don’t know why, exactly.
Of the many issues the play brought up, one lingering issue is how things might have gotten better through better technology, but things really have gotten worse, socially.
Someday, I’ll have to tell you about my adventures as a substitute teacher. But not right now.
Another issue that came up was the issue of Life and Death. Today is the second anniversary of my Dad’s passing. The play – our performance of the play – got me thinking a lot about my father and mother and other people of their generation who have lived their lives in a much different world than we have today.
I miss our town. I miss the little glimpse of life we created together . . . a time and place of civility and decency and simplicity that we strain to find today.
Maybe we can keep a part of this going in Our Corner.