Cancer/writing Journal #99b
Perhaps I have a resistance to breaking into three figures on my blog entries. I don't think it is that. Just more on the subject of #99a. I was at a poetry reading affair over the weekend. I visited with a lady there who was born in the same year as I, 1949. She has a few months on me but we had parallel young baby boomer experiences. I was not drafted because of a high draft number. Her husband at the time was 6'5", too tall to be in the service. We agreed those times were tumultuous in a way something like today. We talked about careers. I told her a slopped into a job as Administrative Law Judge that suited my aptitudes and personality strengths just by dumb luck. She said that her daughter was a judge. I asked her name and learned that she was the same judge that had had the trouble with the Amish not standing when she entered the courtroom. I did not expostulate about the coincidence of my having just done a blog entry about her daughter. Didn't say anything at...