Last blog post I wrote, I said I was going to write a reimagined Love Story, based on some of my forebears whom I never knew; I only knew of them. I worked on it, worked it around, until I realized I was really working it over. I said “Uncle,” and decided I just could not do what their story wanted me to do, at least not right now. All I can say is, I will use my notes and excerpts for a poem or to include in some longer work of fiction, or as the short story I had originally envisioned.

Apologies for overpromising and underdelivering, but look for the “How come” in my next post.

Wash your hands, wait your turn, give people room, and, please, WEAR A DAMN MASK.