My first turn in each newly arrived issue of TROUT is to Gierach’s and Bob White’s shared offering. Then to Dave Whitlock’s article and art. A stroke took Whitlock last year and now as I get ready to head to the big city this morning to see my cardiologist for our annual chat I learn a heart attack has taken Gierach.
The law giver’s words suddenly seem extra vivid:
“…you sweep people away in the sleep of death - they are like the new grass of the morning: In the morning it springs up new, and by evening it is dry and withered…So teach us to number our days that we may gain a heart of wisdom.”
