When my folks were in their eighties I used to catch them spending time reading the obits to one another. I thought that was pretty weird. But then. But then yesterday we caught ourselves reading the ones out of the weekly Beachcomber. So then I had to think about that.
It is kind of a who’s who for the past narrowed down to a certain locale. It is rich in information that can’t be found elsewhere. Still think it’s kind of weird but still. Reading it together with someone is an exercise in remembering individuals, relationships, neighborhoods, maybe immigration or movements. People went to this or that church and were in this or that business. Then they are survived by so and so. Maybe should give them a call.
Yea it’s got virtues.
Well, there has to be more to this post than that geezer deal, hopefully. What about my great classic book Don Quixote and Phil’s Camino through the 940 pages. This is the end of my third month working on the darn thing. And yesterday I went to the local branch of the library and pleaded my case and Laurie the librarian rechecked it out for me so I can have it for more time. Yes!
And Dana y Catherine, my walking buddies, will be happy to know that Laurie the Librarian was wearing one of the beautiful necklaces that their daughter Kate crafts. Yea, there it was in plain sight and so unique, it had to be a Kate.
Here is another deal, we are really stream of conciseness today, my blog is approaching Don Quixote in word volume. It was just a thought that I had yesterday and just now I did the rough math. DQ has 500,000 words and PC is currently at 400,000. Yike. What a blabberhead I’ve turned into. Maybe the blog needs a name change. But I think ultimately I can blame the whole deal on St James, right? Why not, he is broad shouldered enough.
OK, thanks for hangin in there with us here at Caminoheads. Just trying to keep the lamp lite for the noble work of buoying each other up as we walk our personal Camino’s on whatever continent. Camino love, Felipe.