Hurray Kary, and we are just today off cross-state to a quiet room on Capitol Hill or is it Capital Hill (Capitol is the place with the hole--the O) where my father and mother stayed in their last paid-by-the-day room unless you count how homes for the oldest charge all of us for keeping our flailing parents, while 'us' are generally not visiting, not paying a visit, not paying except by taxing, which visiting is too much of. There's a lot of silence between grandmothers, mothers and children there, but for the denizens it all turns to wailing. A library of Babel and babble. That silence, the silence in the yards outside that Pentecostal temple, is what burns in my ears now. Thanks for this meditation. It spun me. You want to have lunch some day if we bump into one another again, say at Open Books?

Kary Wayson you are a treasure. Thank you!

Thank you very much. I shall be back to read this again.

so so lovely!

I think I see...the SEATTLE I once knew!!!!!! I-is it still there???
Thank you!!! This is truly beautiful.

kary is a jewel and has been for years. she was so nice to me when i was growing up.