I don’t know how I survived my youth and a hometown I felt hemmed me in on all sides. It was a place I struggled mightily to escape. Two things that made it bearable were the music of Yes and the writings of Kurt Vonnegut.

Tonight there’s word that Vonnegut has died at the age of 84.

This one makes me sad.

So it goes.

Category:
Uncategorized

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s