tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178279.post6385471908401940902..comments2024-03-28T05:13:13.921-04:00Comments on Books, Inq. — The Epilogue: Belated Happy Birthday …Frank Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410473158808750903noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178279.post-11125067024367015222022-10-03T16:36:20.291-04:002022-10-03T16:36:20.291-04:00“Sam Pickering, my grandfather, died at eighty-one...“Sam Pickering, my grandfather, died at eighty-one. Sam Pickering, my father, also died at eighty-one, and in five months, I’ll be eighty-one. I wonder how much longer I’d live if Enoch were my first name. It did not keep morticians away from the single member of the Pickerings bearing the name. Still, my experience might be different. Biblical Enoch lived 365 years before he disappeared during a stroll with the Almighty.”<br />From his “Rich Bright Days: Six Writers on Nature and Life,” <em>The Missouri review</em>, Volume 45, Number 2 , 2022, page 176.<br />Dave Lullhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01053227199985293516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178279.post-8121049766191520752022-10-03T07:54:58.344-04:002022-10-03T07:54:58.344-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Dave Lullhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01053227199985293516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178279.post-41726574961085482802022-10-03T07:53:37.929-04:002022-10-03T07:53:37.929-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Dave Lullhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01053227199985293516noreply@blogger.com