July 23, 2012

For a moment I thought I was back home on Goodview Avenue; the banging of something metal sounded so like the coupling of boxcars along the Little Cuyahoga.

When I went out at dawn a single turkey was in the yard. I’d heard they were aggressive, and I hoped this one would be so she would come closer, but she was timid, and when I approached she fled away. But I felt blest nevertheless.

Met with Frank about his plans for the YMI pharmacy. He was so prepared and businesslike and eager; I felt like a proud father.

Sally Ride is dead.