Friends and mentors
JH, CH
We watched our correspondence, begun
as occasional fat paper envelopes stuffed with your old lecture notes and my
fledgling essays, turn into irony laden emails two or three times a month.
In the years following your deaths
my thoughts have gone often to your farming and your project of setting out
hardwood trees in redwood country. A kind of natural lecture. An advising.
As I grew strong enough to set an
occasional challenge you must have seen some of your own conversation in mine. A-gambol
like one of your goats.
In my visit in 2000 we worked
through different understandings of proxy wars and mints—and an election four
months away. Now, in the context of newer elections, I feel some version of
‘Bella Ciao’ still uniting us, each of our voices in a different key.
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