Time does in fact pass. If you have any doubts, wait with me. We'll sit by and see.
She met my dad on a work trip with the Quaker church to the state mental hospital in Las Vegas, New Mexico back in the 1950s. He was an orderly in the hospital, but he also taught music. Fifty years later, I traveled to Chama and Las Vegas, and patients from the hospital still remembered the sounds of angels drifting on the breeze over the little desert town. Mom returned to her home in Nebraska to tell her parents, "I met the most wonderful man in the state mental hospital!" They were concerned.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Posted by Ward Shortridge at 11:56 PM