Courting the Drop: A World with True and Grand Harmony, 19 March 2002

On this Tuesday, the day of the second in a series of three medical treatments undertaken in hopes of reducing the chronic back and neck pain I share life with, I awake wanting to go to the little restaurant near my house for Huevos Rancheros.  The Mexican egg dish is not on the menu, but cook/owner Jerry is happy to fix it for me each time I go in, which isn’t often.  When he sees me enter he just asks, “Your usual?” and I nod and say “Yes, please.”  This morning, I pick up one of several open copies of the News and Observer and turn first to the obituaries, a certain sign of both my age and Southern upbringing.  Continue reading →