August 30, 2020

I think I’ve put the final touches on Heroes All in Cloth of Gold. I think it is beautiful, but if it is beautiful only to me and only because I lived it remains to be seen. Wonder why I dropped it so close to its being accomplished ten, twenty years ago? I suppose because it couldn’t possibly be published, under my name, when I worked at the college. It might not make them uncomfortable, but it would me. My guess is no one suspects that a tenth of it happened. So many are dead, so many passed into the mists of distance and forgetfulness.