I put my hand in the hand of the man from Galilee, that song keeps playing in my memory, and I recalled Or I thought I did, I imagined he’d walk with me and talk with me Along life’s merry (or was it narrow?), way a light touch, his arm around my shoulders, as boys…

Listen to this post on my podcast, Ken Pepiton: Radioman Near Live: Episode 22 https://anchor.fm/ken-pepiton/episodes/Episode-22-e2bpfh Here is the rub. Riddles we never got. Oh, my. Serving to illustrate my point of departure from the mean norm. the rub is the cause of the pain, not its purpose. Pain is not for punishing, whatever that means…

—october, same year, after the bomb, equestrian/pedestrian questions arose… How should we train the surplus of boys? We can’t use them to sweep chimneys any more. Nor work in Nike’s winged victory factory, child labor’s not a means to an end any more. A seller must sell such as toys in Thailand today. There are…