I've been locked up a couple times over the years. Probably less than I deserved. When I was 16 I did a week in the Tulsa City Jail for siphoning gas from a car. While in Vietnam I stayed overnight with the Military Police because I was in a truck driven foolishly…by my friend, Tyrone. A few years later I spent a night in the San Francisco jail for being on Grant Avenue in the midst of drug deals in front of Gorilla Records.
Why am I recalling this? Because that is not the only way of being in prison, and not even the most painful. My wife, daughter and I are serving a life sentence of sadness and longing for our departed boy, Seth. Of course, the same is true for everyone, isn't it? Trapped by bad decisions, imprisoned by sad memories. But these cell bars of loneliness that separate you from others, the ball-and-chain of painful memory, don't go away………there is no release, no parole, no pardon. So all of us go on, running against the wind. Thank you Bob.
There is some hopeful, maybe, about people persisting despite their personal baggage. Or, maybe it is just a bit disgusting to lust for life even though much of your experience has shown you pain and misery?
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