I passed Steve’s apartment the other day and thought I saw a devil’s head with horns in his window. When I passed again I saw that it was a Buddah with outstretched arms…Somehow I am reminded of the time I was standing at Lenox Towers looking down on and into all those windows, offices and lives. I felt as omnipotent as God until I happened to look up and saw someone else at a higher level in the twin building looking down on me.
At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.