Evans’ Rag
Vol 2 Issue 42
Clematis ‘Jackamanii photo by Mike Gifford, 2005
Earthman, I miss You
In times such as these, it becomes necessary to seek a rebalance of one’s emotional life. Plagues come and go, but life continues for those who stay on. There’s been a fuss about how constrained and shut in we all are and how will we ever make another season, another year of this insanity? It’s been no bed of roses, as Freddie Mercury liked to sing. Or as Mel Straus would call out, stomping past my office door, “You think it’s easy?” Freddie was caught in the AIDS epidemic and Straus by everyday cancer. Nobody gets out alive.
Henry Mitchell was well attuned to this, yet it didn’t slow him down. Rereading his books is helping me make sense of the present craziness. Eighteen years after his last book, you can still find them for sale. Like Aristotle, great philosophers are hard to find.
Cover image, One Man’s Garden by Henry Mitchell, Houghton Mifflin, 1992