Day: July 27, 2013

Say We’ll Meet AgainSay We’ll Meet Again

This is almost certainly my final routine post from my desktop computer here in the home my wife, Susan, and I keep in Albuquerque, New Mexico.  Later today, I will shut down and pack away this machine.  Today and tomorrow, my adult son, Owen, and I load up the rental truck with all Susan’s and my household possessions.  Monday morning, with Owen riding shotgun, we head for Chicago.

I have a laptop and expect I may post again from it tomorrow, and may scribble a bit about the trip as we make our way by interstate highway along the old Route 66.  We’ll see.

Maybe, maybe notMaybe, maybe not

“The more I write, the more I think it’s not a matter of old forms and new forms: what’s important is to write without thinking about forms at all.  Just write and pour out whatever’s in your heart.” — Anton Chekhov, The Seagull (trans. Schmidt)