Spoiler alert: I didn't. But there were other compensations from my visit to the site of the best poem written in the English language. WRITTEN & ILLUSTRATED by PETER MOORE
What a brutally honest young man! At age 22, my own journal entry the morning after a chaste evening of cowardice—with a clearly willing participant in my fully roofed, overheated apartment—reads: "I behaved like a gentleman."
We were scaredy-birds of the same feather! I blame my mom, who was very proper and set exactly the wrong example for me: I was to be a gentleman at all costs, and all times! Ok, maybe there were some positives...
By not having that kiss crash into reality (like a bird into a window) it will forever be the perfect kiss of your dreams. Nothing (bad breath, refusal, scorn…) can ever taint it. 🫦
A 20, I fell for a man (not boy)on a first date (remote beach) because he was NOT all over me. We were together 11 years.
I knew even at the time that it wasn’t quite right. But the yearning for a true connection was so strong, it overwhelmed what I “knew.” Hey, it would all work out eventually, but how was I to know that?
I took my mum up to TA within a few months of your visit and read her the poem from the little pamphlet they sold at the ticket office. A sublime moment, though I fear my mother’s thoughts ran more to, “How is this dreamer ever going to find a job?”
Ha. A worthwhile question, and worry, on your mom’s part! Less so in our generation, when it didn’t require a king’s ransom to attend college. We could afford to be dreamers for a little while, before we snapped out of it!
What a brutally honest young man! At age 22, my own journal entry the morning after a chaste evening of cowardice—with a clearly willing participant in my fully roofed, overheated apartment—reads: "I behaved like a gentleman."
We were scaredy-birds of the same feather! I blame my mom, who was very proper and set exactly the wrong example for me: I was to be a gentleman at all costs, and all times! Ok, maybe there were some positives...
I used my mother for the same excuses.
Ha. Point taken. Apologies, mom!
By not having that kiss crash into reality (like a bird into a window) it will forever be the perfect kiss of your dreams. Nothing (bad breath, refusal, scorn…) can ever taint it. 🫦
A 20, I fell for a man (not boy)on a first date (remote beach) because he was NOT all over me. We were together 11 years.
I knew even at the time that it wasn’t quite right. But the yearning for a true connection was so strong, it overwhelmed what I “knew.” Hey, it would all work out eventually, but how was I to know that?
I wonder which actor will get the part of Peter in this comedy of missed opportunity.
Chalomet of course. I had really good hair back then.
Oh, yes, he would do nicely!
Just need to get him to subscribe to my ‘stack, for character study. He can probably afford the $50/year.
I took my mum up to TA within a few months of your visit and read her the poem from the little pamphlet they sold at the ticket office. A sublime moment, though I fear my mother’s thoughts ran more to, “How is this dreamer ever going to find a job?”
Ha. A worthwhile question, and worry, on your mom’s part! Less so in our generation, when it didn’t require a king’s ransom to attend college. We could afford to be dreamers for a little while, before we snapped out of it!
Beautiful 💎💕📚💕💎
Your enthusiasm buoys me up, Ibrahim! Thank you.
All the best 💐