Moses: twice forty
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No font geek, but oddly preferring sans for the plainerness, Wunderlich is my favorite because of the fancier lower case g; matters not whether the tail is open or closed though the Absara thin has a soul of its own: angst of a bent old man who, rocking or rolling or shuffling along, wearing his flat hat, has been somewhere and hopes he will go again, go back, wishes he could, at least for a day; and because he’s still alive and won't die today, it’s angst, not despair.
Georgia, Times, Helvetica, Comic Sans, Wunderlich, the font neither sets nor strikes my mood, the mood goes before, but the font may be chosen to reflect the mood, eh? Just so, Times New Roman this morning: more than serious less than somber. Why? ... Isaac was forty years ... when Esau was forty years ... the Israelites ate manna forty years ... your children will be shepherds forty years ... wander in the wilderness forty years ... Norm was away forty years but Wednesday returned and stirred my Absara thin.
Never starting a paragraph with I, this morning I’m remembering our mood in Colonel Hall’s first staff meeting the morning after Norm left to go to sea forty years ago, serious if not somber. He wrote to us about what was happening in WestPac, fall of Saigon and all that. Yes, a somber day, and the bounce never returned to the meetings.
Fjelsted, Norm. With the green Lincoln. He bought my Thunderbird and moved the new Michelins from the Lincoln to the TBird.
When the blogs of life seem too eccentric, it’s probably because you weren’t there. Or haven't been there yet in life. My Navy buddy and I have been there, and may go again.
Tom+ in +Time with Absara thin