Well, that was undoubtedly the strangest month we’ve
ever experienced.
Which got me thinking about Aprils and their endings as
the gateway to Spring.
This time last year, for instance, the wife and I had
just returned from a long, relaxing weekend at Cape May.
Three years ago, we just returned from a long,
relaxing weekend at Sanibel Island.
Five years back I had my own long solo weekend (the
wife and little ones were vacationing down in Hilton Head) which I spent mostly
binge-watching Survivorman. Hmm. That’s
something in common with today’s April. Binge-watching, I mean.
A decade ago this time I was unemployed, preparing for
another heart surgery, musing about the architecture of spacetime and the zen
qualities of subatomic particles, while reading deep science fiction like A Case for Conscience and not-so-deep
science fiction as Tarnsman of Gor.
A dozen years back I was torturing myself with Hegel and
Hell’s Kitchen and trying to figure
this whole blog thing out.
Twenty-seven years ago this April I found myself newly
single and salved my lonely and fractured ego with a deep-dive into cinema – The Razor’s Edge, The Mission, The Last
Temptation of Christ, Lawrence of
Arabia, Gandhi, Glengarry Glen Ross. I know this because
I blogged about it in 2010. And I also note that recurring binge-watching
theme.
Yeah, but this April was undoubtedly the strangest
April I’ve ever experienced.
Don’t let the door hit you on your way out.
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