Why Write Now?

I'm writing again, although the combination of too many ideas with too little time has kept me from achieving too much so far.

The question of why I write is a good one. First, I believe that the plays in my mind will make for good theater. More importantly, though, there is the healing nature of attending to one's gift, which is in my case I believe is the writing of plays. I need to see my gift through.

I am not worrying about selling. If the plays are worthy of an audience, they will find their audience.

They Buried My Father..

.. at the new Veterans Cemetery in Sarasota. It just opened earlier this month and now my father's ashes are in the ground just in front of the (temporary) trailer that houses the offices there. The markers are temporary as well, but there is information on all my father's neighbors. Anglican names, latino names. Sergeants, privates, captains. Some passed away recently. Others died in recent years and were then moved to the new cemetery.

The service was simple. About 40 attended, including my family. Three members of the honor guard performed the service, beginning with the playing of taps, which was followed by the unfolding and refolding of the flag, which was stretched out as if there was a casket. The folded flag was then handed to my mother in the name of a great and grateful country.