Worldviews for $1000, Alex!

Dear Maria,

As for how it goes, all you need know is that I had breakfast and lunch out on the patio, also fed the roses and trees and shrubs, and even King’s Pizza had their doors open while I ate supper. Yep, a spring day.

Now a java chip grande at Barnes and Noble, and what could possibly concern me? Simple things, small pleasures, and all is well.  Chances of a longish stretch of cold weather now are diminishing each day and with that, so do chances of me sulking about—well, not down to zero, but much lower. Mercifully.

Just after lunch, spotted a hawk sitting up in my neighbor’s white oak with three crows perched in the same tree. Don’t know what the cue was, but suddenly the hawk let loose with a piercing cry and the crows started cawing and off they flew, crows chasing the hawk. Two of the crows. One flew off in the opposite direction. Maybe that’s some sort of survival mechanism. Like the cabinet official in the bunker. When one of the pursuit crows got in tail-feathers-close, the hawk pulled a 160-degree u-turn and dropped onto a tree limb. The crows seem to stall for a moment, and then off they went. Impressive move.

In the last letter, I wasn’t calling out either the Koch brothers or Giuliani in particular. Read out loud, I would have voiced the offending sentence with a tone of resignation, to be followed by a short sigh. My lament is the current penchant for so many to be shocked—shocked—that there may be differing worldviews in the, well, world.

Rudy needs to leave NYC more often, and maybe live somewhere else for a long stretch. Decade might do. Oops, did it again.

Maybe my knowledge of history is terribly incomplete, but when was there ever a grand unified worldview? Will there ever be one?  Obviously, were I a betting man, I’m going all in against.

When we start kicking each other down the slope of don’t love the same, don’t believe the same, don’t think the same, only a hard fall awaits us. About all I want to know is whether on a lifeboat a person will be a hoarder or a sharer. As for who loves the ocean more, I am not so interested.

Maybe I need about 5 acres to garden out of town, small cottage, minimal contact with the world. Or unplug more often.

With much love. Take measure of that as you will.

srk