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“Parting Words from Moristotle” (07/31/2023)
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By James Knudsen
I imagine it is the experience of most that there are people we get to know when we are children and they are nearing the end of their lives. Our memories of them are formed in a child’s mind and the span of time we get to know them is shorter than most of our other relationships. And when they die, what we are able to learn about them after they’re gone is usually limited. And sometimes, we get a second or third chance to learn more about them.
By James Knudsen
Spring has truly arrived: I have started cleaning my house. Note the use of the word “started.” I have indeed begun the process, but just as building high-speed rail through the middle of California is a “pro-cess,” so it is with getting my home into a condition that the authorities would consider fit for human habitation.
By James Knudsen
Conventional wisdom holds that those who forget the past are destined (or is it doomed?) to repeat it, or at the very least elect a reality television star/white dwarf President. And while I don’t advocate for living in the past, as it is impossible to make anything great again, I do recognize the value of keeping select pieces of history. Museums, libraries, parks – these places, along with any home owned by myself or my siblings – are well stocked with pieces of history. How selective we have been in the keeping is open to debate. For the most part we just aren’t very good at throwing anything away. And when you add in the fact that since the beginning of this century, Dad and his two siblings have passed on and left a trove of over 200 combined years of accumulation…well, there’s a lot of history to consider.
