Searching the Haight for Signs of Life

Thursday, December 21, 2006

From my dad's blog

In my youth, truth was as limber as my limbs and terribly important to speak or conceal. Pushing 50, truth is stiff and difficult to bend after just two hours of sitting; but, it also doesn't mean much. I am a cacophony of good and bad, right and wrong, certainty and doubt, passion and disdain. “I cast a shadow most clearly in the light. Better though, this shadow, then hiding in the night.”


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