That delightful story would be more so, but for Wright's age. He was 60. Looking on the bright side, as conservatives are disinclined to do, I take comfort, of sorts, from the fact that by turning 60, I am freed from the fear of dying young. Unless 60 no longer counts as old. If so, that is, like blessings generally, a mixed one, because it extends one's eligibility for premature death.
Life is like that, always supplying thorns with the roses.
Mrs. Alexander Hamilton, final survivor of the Founders' circle, died in Washington in 1854 in her 97th year. She had lived the entire life of the Republic. Someone who today is 60 has lived 26.6 percent of the nation's life. Life supplies roses amid the thorns. Perhaps it is just the result of immersion in journalism, which is the opposite of literature, which is writing that deserves to be read twice.