Great to get a note from Arizona, and to send one off in kind. The holiday was unforgettable, like the 1972 reunion with Uncle Paul in the center of the Polaroid, forever linked with heritage.
That was part our evening in Roztoky, as we happened to watch a couple episodes of Room 222, starring the debonair Lloyd Haynes as perhaps the teacher who most inspired me, age 5 in 1972.
Why such a throwback, you might ask? This morning's poem, Jaques' tale, is my 220th poem on Lost Menagerie, and that means the 222nd (which comes close to Mom's birthday) may hearken back to 'how it all started'. As much as Mr Rogers' Neighborhood cut my teeth--and broke my nose!--I have to credit Mr Dixon and a NASA blast-off as my earliest and fondest television memories.
Onward to future projects: as I'm starting to miss the rough-n-tumble of Codex Orange, which could use some advice, I might try another drama on a similar theme about a community coming to terms with an unanticipated problem. A city of substantial population (like Billings or Brno) realizes it is caving in--sinkholes, faulty drilling, Yellowstonesque volcanic entropy--and wonders what to do: abandon a la Chernobyl? reinforce the undergirdings? profit on the geotourism? develop MiddleEarth?...
Somehow I can see a movie out of this, as perhaps Bonnie saw in Lamb...
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