Friends are in Florida, sending back links to Ft. Lauderdale scenes, our son Jamie in Orlando has been on the phone to discuss his and Amy's house hunting, and I am here in New Hampshire, where we are having beautiful spring weather, buried in a dusty, musty cellar poring through mildewed Harvard Business School MBA case files from 1968-70, Boston University teaching and research and consulting files from the 1980s, PSC/PSU course files and student records from 1976-80 and 92 to the present, and, basically, throwing away my past in hopes of...
Of what?
I guess maybe I had a case of The Blues. I am not really sure, because I pretty much live life as a "cockeyed optimist." Still, I had some pretty strong low feelings last night. Actually, I lay awake for a few hours, which is extremely rare for me.
So this morning, like a fireman to the rescue, my New Trier classmate, Jim Kucera, posted this link on our New Trier '61 Facebook page:
Jim Kucera
Duncan C. McDougall Could NOT have come on a more perfect day. Thanks, Jim! Please do not ask for an explanation of that. (I'll be just fine!)
about an hour ago · · 1
I'll hang in there, Lord, because You keep making it so plain that You still want me around. Thankful for this life, I'll smile, too!
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-Duncan