I went to see the Old Man today. It's always difficult with the Old Man.
I like him--
--I can remember, a few years back--sitting in his office, crammed with books, and light filtering through the dust in the air. We were doing an independent study, and I'd bring--frequently late, and often a little jumbled--the week's findings in, as small essay, to discuss.
And he'd listen and nod and ask a question--not always to the point and he didn't always agree with me. But he *listened*, as if it were important. Like, really, the future of the world... or at least the nation state... was hanging right there, in the balance.
Old Man's been getting older--I can see it.
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