What endures is decency, believe me

Podcast #35 — When the great man sits down with the ghost who will write his memoirs, he knows that the world has moved on, he is last week’s bagel, he knows this.

I hear people complain about police and city planners and the health care system, but never about firemen or EMTs, and few complain about slow delivery of mail, perhaps because so few people write letters these days. I do and delivery is prompt. This morning I wrote a postcard with a limerick for a new father:

Byron is his child’s wiper

And poop does not make him hyper,

He cleans the behind

With a calm focused mind

And fastens a fresh tiny diaper.

A phone text would be eco-friendlier but a written message has the hope of being taped to the fridge, maybe saved in a drawer and 50 years from now the infant’s children will find it and be amused. Fundraising appeals are tossed and paid bills but the little poem about defecation will give pleasure long after I am gone: this is the hope.

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