Whose Dreams?

February 28, 2009

Travel to Anchorage

It strikes me that this is the moment in time in which their dream, not yours, is fulfilled. We are there for them. It is their time to remember and to know. We do not yet know, and so cannot remember. Next year, I tell myself. Next year I will understand. I hear one of our class complaining about all the fuss. I break in. I tell them what’s on my mind. I think they understand.

About charles frenzel

I've been writing all my life. I've also painted, composed, sculpted, contributed to molecular research, advanced some mathematical concepts, lived on a sailboat, and worked for a Nobel Prize winner. Nothing in my life has pleased me more than to share my life with my wife and friend of over forty years.

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