The glory of life

6 am, 65/88, 5:29. Maxine Kumin’s birthday. She survived an early insult from one of my literary heroes, Wallace Stegner, and went on to write good poems including one about the Red Sox and domesticity. Rural life was one of her themes. “Now I had lived so long in the country that I was skittish walking in the rush-hour crowds of pedestrians and crossing streets where impatient taxi drivers honked and gestured.”

Maira Kalman is not skittish in a crowd.


“The ability to walk from one point to the next point, that is half the battle won. Go out and walk. That is the glory of life.” 

The point is to move. Then, enjoy whatever comes next. Like breakfast. (Thanks for driving us to the IHOP, Younger Daughter!)

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