Dear folks,

You know how it is when you encounter something that brings to mind words you learned and uttered in the Barn so many years ago. This poem published just recently in The New Yorker reminded me quite a bit of Duke Senior's meditative/inspirational speech in Act II of "As You Like It."

“Theodicy” by Nick Laird

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2021/08/23/theodicy?utm_source=twitter&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=onsite-share&utm_brand=the-new-yorker&utm_social-type=earned

via @NewYorker

(This link may work better to get access to the link of Laird reading his poem, which I recommend as much as the poem itself. https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2021/08/23/theodicy )

Love,

Mike

P.S. Sienghom and I are driving cross country from DC to Oakland starting on Saturday. We'll be in contact, but wish us luck!