|Hello (my beloved friends and mentors)|
I was looking at the profiles of one of the two graduating classes that I can claim membership in - Streator, Illinois (1969). Reading the names of class mates who have died was one of the most painful experiences I have endured in a while. My training as an actuary tells me, there is something toxic there, residue from the coal mines, the glass factories, DDT, etc. But I found only the energy to eulogize three of these departed class mates:
Patty Wilkereson is dead, too.
Of all the girls I adored, Patty was so special - the freckles, the blond hair;
But she was a tomboy, and that always attracted me - because a tomboy
will race you, play catch with you, not throw a dodge ball like a girl -
You don't ever have to worry about hurting a tom boy
Far more likely, you will slip up and put them off and they will haul off
And whale on you.
Patty was just a human being - a friend - a dear friend
And a good human being.
So many of the girls describe their love-hate relationship with her.
I think it was because she was always surrounded by boys who loved tom girls.
Jealousy and envy - and these were qualities that Patty did not possess
So, no wonder there was sometimes such friction and animosity
It was as if an alien from another planet had landed and was in serious danger
Of capturing the hearts and loyalties of all the boys - all the best of boys
All the best looking, the smartest, the kindest, the most artistically gifted.
Patty went military - what else? What else is as tom boy who is a God-fearing patriot
Supposed to do?
Patty Wilkerson is dead, and a part of me died with her.
Rest in peace oh angel - who always called us out on our nonsense,
But who could play the nurse, Joan of Arc, and Xena Warrior Princess
Without ever skipping a beat.
I'll see you in heaven, Patty Wilkerson -
And we can run and throw and laugh the rest of days away.
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I have some unique things to offer the world, to make it a better place. What I most want to do, and have only and always wanted to do, is to sing and play the piano - so, that is what it will be; but before that, I will need some money - a pathetically small amount, so that if Social Security can be so good as to send me the THREE checks I am owed for SSDI, come May 1, I can take off and soar (or fail - it hardly matters).
Yes, the prayer has been made, the answer has been given: Not just yet; Be patient; Wait a little longer.
Wishing you all the best of health and spiritual values on this, the loveliest day I can remember. (No reply is needed - I've worked it through for myself!)
With Warm and Fond Regards,
Mark Raymond Ganzer
I won't be able to blog at the pace of the last six months or so forever. I'm not really a blogger, just a rapid reader with fast fingers. I think it will be another month, more or less, and then I will be off, with a troupe of irregular geniuses and we will raise a lot of money for worthy causes. I hope to visit every state in the union, and quite frankly, every country in the world. I love you all.
May there one day be peace on earth
(And let it begin with me)