Day: September 18, 2017

Plaster Angels


Some days you eat the bear. Some days the bear eats you. Yesterday was one of those days when the bear won. After four years of battling colon cancer, an old friend of mine passed. We went to college together. We worked in newspapers for many years. I left them. He did too. Everybody does. Printed newspapers are a dying breed. Worse, they’ve always eaten their young. To advance you have to move on and on. And, on. Eventually, you find a home. Either you move out, or you get moved out. In his later career he taught. I edited and published. That’s only a small part of the story. All of our stories are individual. But, they are the same. So is the final chapter. I suppose we all knew that his time was short. But, when it came, it seemed unexpected. It seemed sudden. Like bricks falling from a storm-blown building, they hit us in the head. Our Facebook pages lit up with remembrances and expressions of sympathy. Your know that I’m not …