Speaking of reading...I had a flashback the other day to a short story I read many years ago. I'd forgotten all about it but something hit the right button and an old quote popped back into my head from wherever I had it tucked away. Like "Fate...", it's not exactly a classic...but it sank it's hooks into the old gray matter somewhere and just stayed for the ride. There's a lot of that rusty junk kicking around behind my baby blues...someday I'll have to have a yard sale and dust out the cobwebs. 'Till then, here's to Helen America and Mr. Grey-no-more...somehow they're a part of how everything turned out and where it's all headed.
"She saw in him a young bachelor, prematurely old. A man whose love had been given to emptiness and horror, not the tangible rewards and disappointments of human life. He had had all space for his mistress, and space had used him harshly. Still young, he was old; already old, he was young."
-The Lady Who Sailed "The Soul"-