Our journey through December of 2002 has certainly stirred up many memories for me, since several of the articles written at that time bear my byline. I remember going to
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Burnside Mayor Robert Lawson told me not to be humble about this and to make sure it got in the paper. So I shall abide by his wishes.
Not that being âhumbleâ is anything Iâve ever been accused of by those who know me well.
But Monday night, at the May meeting of the Burnside City Council, Lawson surprised me with a special recognition â and the gift of the ceremonial Key to the City of Burnside.
People assume that as writers, people like me know the power of words. In reality, I think I have come to understand the best is their fragility, their relative impotence. There are times in life when the limitations of ideas expressed through familiar sounds fail to capture what one is feeling in the moment. Usually, thatâs in times of heartbreak â there are so many times on Facebook when a friend has experienced something awful and all I know to say is, âIâm sorry,â knowing full well how powerless