Thursday, May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013
Funeral for Cary Owens. The crowd spilled out into available rooms, not merely the sanctuary. Kyle estimates 500. Full of luminaries, like those state funerals on TV with the crowned heads. I knew her as a kind and well-dressed lady, but her varieties of influence must have tendriled out into all the world. We say we’d like to be present at our own funerals, but I think only people like Owens really would.
Didn’t step into the rain soaked garden, except to sow destruction for the slugs around the cabbages.
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