March 22
Random acts.
Now that I'm 53, I might as well sling a few cosmic Molotov cocktails.
What the heck have I got to lose?
Using the Internet and Bigfoot, I found one of the children of the
man who was standing fifteen feet away from me and was shot to death
by Charles Whitman on August 1st, 1966. I sent him a letter and my story
of that day. Within a couple of days, he had e-mailed me back. He's
going to share it with his children, so that they will know something
about their grandfather. In some strange way, I've felt connected to
Harry Walchuk all these years. I can't count how many times I have imagined
the point of view Whitman must have had.
Wow--what a tool the Internet is. I've made all kinds of money on the
stock market so far, thanks to my ability to see price updates all day
long while I work. And now, I've tapped into someone else's consciousness
about something that happened 34 years ago.
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BTW, for those of you who read both our journals, the metaphysical
construct of the dragons analogy is not the way Linda has it stated.
The real way the line read is "Each dragon was more ferocious than
the other." Not "than the one before." The latter implies
a linear progression kind of thing - like Lyndon Johnson knocking over
a row of dominoes and deciding to bomb the hell out of Vietnam. The
former implies an Eastern religion type of thing--all is one and one
is all, koo-koo-a-ju.