This morning I stopped by Dey House to make some copies before class. I looked down & found a bouquet in the trashcan. Afterward, I showed my class a documentary and journaled on the back row.
During office hours, I introduced one of my students (a talented young writer) to Jim McPherson, who sat and talked generously with us for about twenty minutes. The talented young writer's world was visibly rocked by the experience. I felt something I rarely feel: Sincere hope for the future. When Jim left, the young writer said, "He's like - like an oracle!"
"Yeah, man" I said, "He is."
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