Chris Walsh (chris_walsh) wrote,
Chris Walsh

Repost in the Morn


In more-tired moments than this, I hear "Good morning" and flash on a time at a summer camp (in the middle of Virginia, 1987) when one of the camp-runners said to the group "Good morning!" and another guy in the camp yelled "What's good about it?" Sometimes -- only occasionally, thank goodness -- I feel like saying that.

Though I'm not awake enough to be sure it's a good morning or not.

In the meantime, I wanted to link you to an entry I'm proud of from yesterday, about being a poet. And showing it. Because I'm knowing it.

  • A little truth, at the moment:

    I'm missing my job and I'm missing the airport.

  • A dinner that didn't happen, a thank-you that did

    Before the before times came to be known as "the Before Times," I was going to go to a thank-you dinner. At work. At Portland International Airport,…

  • Pants

    There. Showered and dressed. Later, I'll eat, then go walking. Normally this would've been a work day. Which would have meant a uniform: a blue…

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