I’m a week and a half into the one-handed life, and it’s going okay so far. I been trying to use dictation on the Mac. I pause a lot more than it thinks I should, so everything becomes a half-sentence, making my one-handed typing mostly combining phrases and making periods. So if you’re reading something I wrote and it doesn’t make sense, I’m blaming it all on the dictation software… I moved to a hotel because, as my friend Mary pointed out, I do need to rest the hand and living in an RV isn’t exactly restful for a bashed-up hand. It’s…
Month: June 2017
Memory Lane Cemetery
If you want to really know the history of a place, find the cemetery. The Memory Lane Cemetery in Silver City, New Mexico displays over a century of history, plot by plot. It’s not fancy, but this is a family plot. I can almost imagine the sons erecting this wired barrier in the hot sun, marking their spot for the ages. This family plot my have a fancier fence, but the signs are pure poverty, or perhaps just practicality in a mining town where money was hard to come by for most. I can almost see people lettering the signs, hammering the boards together, then…
Sunday Serenity: Desiderata
So here I am in downtown Terre Haute with my left hand in a cast. I decided to walk around a little bit and see something other than the little hotel room where I’m staying for the next several days waiting for the doctor appointment on Thursday to tell me my next move. I see this sign and wandered closer to read what it says. Impressive. But not as impressive as the statue behind it. Meet Max Ehrmann, a Terre Haute native. If that name sounds vaguely familiar probably should if you grew up in the 1970s. He wrote the Desiderata,…