Brilliance, audio [, Music ], the world played chess by robert dugoni performed by robert degoni and todd haberkorn. A purpose i have learned is rarely found but revealed only when i do not search. Does the purpose become clear, so it would be with william goodman’s journal. I had no idea why he sent it to me, but his purpose would reveal itself in time william mailed the journal he kept in vietnam in a 5×8 manila envelope, addressed simply to vincenzo. Without my last name, bianco scrawled in blue ink, the crude numbers and letters appeared rushed as if william had quickly written the name and my burlingame address perhaps worried.
He might change his mind before he mailed the envelope. He did not provide his name or return address, but i knew the sender i had not heard that version of my name in nearly 40 years. Nor had i seen or spoken with the only person who had routinely used it williams package arrived on a saturday via regular mail with eight american flag postage stamps in the upper right corner. That caught my attention. I opened the envelope with more than a little curiosity and pulled out a rectangular tiger chewing tobacco tin, the orange and gold leaf, scratched and aged and the four corners, one of which had a dent displaying flakes of rust.
I held the tin like a religious, relic, uncertain what it could possibly contain, or if i wanted to open it after a moment of contemplation, i popped the lid beneath a folded sheet of paper. The kind once kept by a telephone to scribbled hurried notes and phone numbers. I found a three by five inch: black hardcover notebook, the line sheets filled with the same harsh handwriting. As on the envelope, i unfolded the sheet and noted an illustration of a birdhouse with an american flag above the round entry hole again, it seemed as incongruous with the william i had known as the patriotic stamps. The note, however, was vintage, william humor, with a seriousness lurking beneath his words, vincenzo look what i found in a box in my storage closet.
I guess it wasn’t in the box, i threw out with my metals and ribbons after all fate. Perhaps i was uncertain what to do with it. My wife is gone now cancer took her. She had a daughter from a previous marriage who, for all intents and purposes i raised as my own, but i cannot give this to her. She wouldn’t understand it’s just me.
Now a squad of one i almost threw it out, then i thought of you. I thought of that summer 1979. You asked about vietnam and you listened when others did not. You saved me from destroying my life and you were the reason i found my life again. I don’t think you knew that i never had the chance to tell you i should have.
I believe we both dreamed of being journalists. I see on the internet, you’re a successful lawyer. Dreams are hard to catch, aren’t they i didn’t obtain my dream either. Not that one anyway, but i achieved so many others, i never thought possible. I have no regrets and i certainly won’t complain every minute of every day is a gift and growing old, a privilege, not a right.
I lowered william’s letter and recalled when he’d first said those words to me in the garage of the burlingame remodel. I had thought of his words often over the years, and i told them to my own children, though they didn’t have the depth of meaning they had coming from william brilliance, audio the world played chess by robert dugoni performed by robert dugoni and todd haberkorn a purpose. I have learned is rarely found but revealed only when i do not search. Does the purpose become clear, so it would be with william goodman’s journal. I had no idea why he sent it to me, but his purpose would reveal itself in time william mailed the journal.
He kept in vietnam in a 5×8 manila envelope, addressed simply to vincenzo. Without my last name, bianco scrawled in blue ink, the crude numbers and letters appeared rushed as if william had quickly written the name and my berlin
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