Thank You, Fog
Today is Wednesday, 7 June 2006.
One of those rare Oklahoma mornings when fog fills the streets.
Your author has been a big fan of fog since childhood.
Not that your author, in his childhood, knew that Auden’s last poems would be collected in a volume titled, Thank You, Fog: W.H. Auden's last poems, written between the time he returned to his native England in the spring of 1972 and his death on September 29th, 1973.
When your author was a mere sprout, aged eight, living in Vestal, New York (that’s Upstate in the Southern Tier), he remembers a morning, sitting in second grade. The elementary and middle school were in one building, the senior high located across a valley on the ridge opposite. The valley overflowed with fog, and slowly, during the course of the morning, the sun burned away the fog, revealing the senior high building shining like a jewel.
Just so you know it’s me posting, let’s interrupt this nostalgia for reality.
According to U.N. statistics, every six seconds a child dies of diarrhea, most of them in the Third World. Medicine costing a few pennies could prevent this.
UNICEF helps such situations: http://www.unicefusa.org.
One of those rare Oklahoma mornings when fog fills the streets.
Your author has been a big fan of fog since childhood.
Not that your author, in his childhood, knew that Auden’s last poems would be collected in a volume titled, Thank You, Fog: W.H. Auden's last poems, written between the time he returned to his native England in the spring of 1972 and his death on September 29th, 1973.
When your author was a mere sprout, aged eight, living in Vestal, New York (that’s Upstate in the Southern Tier), he remembers a morning, sitting in second grade. The elementary and middle school were in one building, the senior high located across a valley on the ridge opposite. The valley overflowed with fog, and slowly, during the course of the morning, the sun burned away the fog, revealing the senior high building shining like a jewel.
Just so you know it’s me posting, let’s interrupt this nostalgia for reality.
According to U.N. statistics, every six seconds a child dies of diarrhea, most of them in the Third World. Medicine costing a few pennies could prevent this.
UNICEF helps such situations: http://www.unicefusa.org.
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