I'm saddened by the death of Mary Travers. We saw her group earlier this year in Waterbury -- one of her last performances was a benefit for public radio. She was hooked up to an oxygen tank and so weak the she would often gesture for the audience to sing her part while she rested. Her singing no longer mattered, though. Instead her voice was the honesty and conviction in how she lived her life. The audience was so appreciative of the courage of this valiant woman. Instead of concert, we were just 2,000 friends singing together for a better world.
When the gracious depart, the world is diminished.
When the gracious depart, the world is diminished.
This is the Lens back again.
It's been a month since this blog appeared, and yet some of you have come back from time to time to see if that guy has anything worthwhile to say.
Thank you. Keep it up.
There were a number of things that demanded my time. I'm not to kind who can dash off a column in 15 minutes and have it make sense. So, if you can't say anything well, don't say anything.
One hopes that some of these demands on my time will end soon. Then again, i hope that other demands on my time never end.
I'll explain further when I come back -- soon. I promise.
In the meantime, to those in the Tribe, a wonderful new year, 5770. May you be inscribed and sealed for a good, happy, healthy and satisfying year.
And by the way, if you have been following the Annie Le case in any other place except the New Haven Independent, you are missing out. Find it here.
Until next time...
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