Tuesday, October 02, 2012
But the little apochrypha, Ecclesiastes keeps warning: "Of the writing of books there is no end."
But the itch is still there. It is a little like falling in love, oh, say it on, it is falling in love. You meet the person of whom you've dreamed all through your youth, and finally, in your dotage now, echoes of dead Buddy Holly.
True love will never die?
..."We're so doggone happy
just hangin' round together
Man, you want to sit and cry."
I am 74 and she is 62, but look 42. Kathie Lee clone.
I have had enough sex for about three young guys in as many lifetimes.
And yet I have found an idyll.
Watch her on a riverbank making a beautiful carricature of of herself.
This new love will surely die.
But damn, I hope the novel lives.
Double damn. It is bigger than both of us.