Could the Onondaga explain how someone who died in 1750 can return to beguile me evermore? I may be old, but not that old.
And how to make peace with someone — sincerely, my benefactor — whose death I treat as a foolish joke to this very day?
Jack Garvey of Plum Island can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org. Two lines (“Bach is dead … “ and “whimsical, nonsensical … “) he pecked from Jethro Tull concerts introducing, respectively, “Bouree” and “Mother Goose,” his all-time favorite bird.