Saying goodbye to a friend is like ending a book we enjoy, a bit sad. The book club said goodbye to Life of Pi Saturday. It was a book that attempted more than it accomplished, but in trying to stretch the limits of the medium it hit a lot of good themes, and got some good discussion going. I probably wouldn’t have read it, but I’m glad I did, and not just to better interact with the club. Pi, and his trip across the Pacific will haunt my memory for a while. OK I admit I like meercats, and survival stories, but there’ something comforting about Richard Parker roaming the mexican jungle below me while Pi walks through the slush in Canada above me.
On to the poems of careers… Carl Sandberg, Chicago comes to mind, or some lyrics of the boss, or ‘the custodian who saw the tryst’ what would you do?