There’s an old episode of the TV series The West Wing called “Gone Quiet” that I love. A submarine has gone missing in North Korean waters. Are they OK? Or have they just gone quiet?
Friends, I need to go quiet.
Not because I am in hostile waters. I have continued to write in this space through many a scary sea. I still make forays into an ocean of unknown, full of mysterious creatures like giant squid, but I no longer have to anchor there. I’ve finally come into port. It’s time to sit on the sand and drink something served with a little umbrella.
So, I’ll see you in October. I may even bring along Clover and Polo, who at the moment are both looking hopefully up at the pecan tree. There is a squirrel up there eating early nuts, littering on my lawn.