May 19, 2012

Day began with hauling stuff out of R’s house for the Cantaria yard sale. The junkiness of most of the junk did not stop avid buyers, and I loved talking with the people who came to sort through and pull out a treasure. The towhees in the trees roundabout kept questioning “What? What?” There was no way to explain.

Afternoon introducing Wiley at his Malaprop’s reading. He was funny and direct and whip-smart and charming. I stopped trying to analyze my emotions toward him: was I dad, a brother, a mentor? Whoever I was gloried in watching this young man ablaze in the upward curve of his arc. I am still smiling.