Making the Grade

 

Maybe once I’d like to try being a piece of paper, flying about in a storm, zipping off in every direction, changing course without notice, you know – like I did in life.

That existence provides a special kind of freedom.  No pressure to declare a major or even choose a college.  No ambition to stick to any one direction, remain at one profession for any length of time, establish any true course.

Now, however, looking back at this blog, I see only bits and pieces of commitment.  There is no binding, no hard cover, or ability to sit comfortably on any shelf.  Although there is a desire to see Zobostic Corwin have a place of honor at Powell’s Books, it remains my internal storm keeping me in the air, flitting about and changing direction without notice.

After the storm, it will be my destiny to lay as some soggy piece of homework, absentmindedly dropped along the path of life.  No library of Congress number, no epitaph but simple red 

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