IT'S CALLED ECHOES OF SILENCE
I like that. Echoes of Silence. It's almost Zen-like. Not that I like Zen. But it does offer the question "what is the sound of one hand clapping?" That's food for thought.

Speaking of Zen and food for thought. A high school friend of our son's, now working in the ministry in Philadelphia is named Brad Zinn. I find that name tied to the occupation ironic. Zinn, which sounds close to sin, serving as a pastor.

Almost like Major Major, an Army Major whose last name was Major in "Catch-22". Or as a neighbor once asked, "Who's Colleen calling?" I don't know' it's that kind of day.

I've had a heckuva lot of those lately. I'm blaming it on an October hailstorm. The damage inflicted broken tile roofs or is it rooves like hoof and hooves? To the extent that months later, probably 250 of the 253 homes got completely new ones (you know, roofs or rooves). The noise, the traffic, the dust, the clutter --all are getting to me.

It reminds me of grade school when we'd have our eyes tested annually. The doctor was pretty lame. He'd put a chart on the blackboard and have you write down what you saw. All the class at once. Then he wouldn't even look at what you'd said you had seen. Instead he gave each of us a small piece of paper that said in very small print, "This little kid cain't see. Him need glasses."

If you could read it, of course, you threw it away. If you couldn't, you couldn't and so you failed the yearly test and were off to see a real doctor when you took the note home to your parents. Yeah, that's the kind of school I attended.

Echoes of silence...I like that. I need that. Along with a lot of other things.