Dear Morris, you lasted far longer than I! Your endurance was a marvel to behold, and offered us a wonderful stable of writers. Alas, after Esther began her long decline, I just didn’t have the will to create, and haven’t written anything for a long time. I did continue to follow Morisco, though, and occasionally I even left a comment. And I emailed you once in a while, though my messages were brief.
Thank you for the opportunities to write, and to be so well edited. I think my best was the account of my hippy days in Cardinal [“A Creek Runs through It,” May 28, 2020]. I wish there was some practical way to save that for future entertainment – I tried, but found no way to save all the links. Do you have a way? [See July 31’s “Parting Words.” ]
My only recent accomplishment was to participate in an exceptionally good performance of the “Passion According to Saint John,” done with a Baroque orchestra. This included a contra bassoon, a mighty instrument nearly three meters tall. Also, there was a huge lute (I forget its formal name at the moment).
Since then I have marked time recovering from an ugly cold (Covid?) and a knee sprained when a spring snowdrift proved hollow. My next planned adventure is whale-watching in Baja.
I hope to stay in touch. I have worried about Goines’ tone recently. Be strong!
Love, Chuck
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We last together, dear Chuck! Thank you for the accompaniment!
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