Wednesday, April 28, 2010


So, I don't know, but maybe, once upon a time, the kid who grew up to be the fifth president of the United States [with a Doctrine named after him] was just Jimmy Monroe. If he hadn't kicked the bucket on the Fourth of July, 1831, Jim would be a seriously decrepit 252 years old today. And too, if she hadn't been murdered, gosh, years ago, my long-gone friend Phyllis Dove, the fierce and generous, once glamorous and hard-headed Phyllis Dove, would be celebrating her birthday today. All of this and all manner of earthly knowledge would be new information, untrodden ground to Jaylin, a baby girl I know of who was born this very day: the grandchild of my brother's significantly dear one. Happy, bittersweet day.

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