The Soldier Had Stamped My Passport Family

I'm A Century Old, An Impossible Age, And My Brain Has No Anchor In The Present. Instead It Drifts, Nearly Always To The Same Shore. Today, As Most Days, It Is 1962. The Year I Discovered Love.

I Felt A Momentary Urge To Leap Into The Sea And Swim Free Of The Present.

Every War Has Turning Points And Every Person Too.

It Was Love, Of Course, Though I Didn't Know It Then And Finn Was Both Its Subject And Object. He Accepted Love Instinctively, Without Responsibility Or Conditions, Like A Wild Thing Glimpsed Through Trees.

While Working In Advertising, I Channelled My Creative Energy Into Elaborate Escape Fantasies: Cake Making, Dog Breeding, The Peace Corps.