Been a few weeks since I wrote to you a letter about a book Pogue, but I have been reading. It’s a particular time of year in England. November, the leaves are vacating the trees, the air has a chill in the morning and we remember. We’ve just passed by Remembrance Sunday. We’ve worn our … Continue reading Been Reading
Good week Pogue, That’s sort of a longer version of Good Day. In case we don’t connect again this week. I watch people, as you know. Nothing stranger than people. I regularly come across people who want to tell you they have lived so many years. Any number of years will do. I look at … Continue reading Monday Musings
Pogue, Listen. Life has taught me that there is always another side to any story I come across in my day to day. So, I’m thinking, be slow to judgement. Why a person has acted the way they did, said that thing, it’s all preceded by their own personal experience, by their upbringing, by the … Continue reading Monday Musings
Dear Pogue, The saddest book I ever read is called Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee and it recounts the mistreatment and the destruction of the Native American peoples and their way of life. Even now, some years later, I remember the sadness it brought to me, a feeling of helplessness having witnessed a monumental … Continue reading The saddest thing
Dear Pogue, I’ve been back on the road for a short trip so haven’t put pen to paper for a week but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking. My thoughts have flowed from some of the letters that we shared recently and I have found myself asking: “Who owns the truth?”. You’re probably thinking … Continue reading Truth, what truth?