Friends, Some of you may remember my sister, Gale. Some may know of her from stories they’ve heard. Others may only know of her tragic death from cancer at age 37. If these Musings make it to August 14th, which would have been her 62nd birthday, you’ll hear more about her then. In the meantime, I was pleasantly surprised to see this post on Facebook last week from one of Gale’s best friends. The writer is a professor who grew up in Orange County with us. Her parents and ours were very close. I could expound upon the following, but it requires no explanation. It speaks not only to the memory of my sister, but to the memory of happier times, when people could disagree, discuss and collaborate:
#111 Musings from the Bunker 7/2/20
#111 Musings from the Bunker 7/2/20
#111 Musings from the Bunker 7/2/20
Friends, Some of you may remember my sister, Gale. Some may know of her from stories they’ve heard. Others may only know of her tragic death from cancer at age 37. If these Musings make it to August 14th, which would have been her 62nd birthday, you’ll hear more about her then. In the meantime, I was pleasantly surprised to see this post on Facebook last week from one of Gale’s best friends. The writer is a professor who grew up in Orange County with us. Her parents and ours were very close. I could expound upon the following, but it requires no explanation. It speaks not only to the memory of my sister, but to the memory of happier times, when people could disagree, discuss and collaborate: