You know how you always say you want to do something, and then you get busy with life, and it never gets done?…
I was on the beach in Bayville, NY one sunny Sunday last July. I got there in the AM, and stayed until the mid-afternoon. During the course of this day, I read A Man Without a Country. After each section, I found myself putting the book down for a few minutes, thinking in my head for a while about what I read as I watched the Long Island sound ripple on the beach. I began to think about how moved I was by what I had just read, and how intellectually entertained I was.
I finished the book that day on the beach, and my mind was racing with all sorts of things – funny, sad, satirical, and philosophical – that related to what I had just read. I was so moved, that I planned to write a letter to him. Not exactly sure about what specifically, but just to let him know how much I enjoyed his work.
Summer ended, work got busy, both my grandfather and my dog died, and then came the Holidays. Time became short, and other things became important, so I put the letter on the back burner for a while.
That letter never got done. I guess it’s better than writing it and not sending it.
He was one of my favorite and most inspirational authors that truly kept me reading books.
Kurt, RIP.
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