It’s really hard watching one generation replace another, especially when the older one is filled with heroes (I’m thinking of how technology is forcing the early retirement of some perfectly good minds). It’s like witnessing a grand ship sink … all the way down to the bubbles on the surface. The End
I write, you write, we all write
Originally published in February 2010 in Blog, Uncategorized
“What does your son do?” asked a friend of François Zola. “Nothing. He writes.” replied Zola, an engineer (mostly of bridges and dams) and father of the journalist and best-selling novelist, Emile Zola. This conversation took place in the late nineteenth century, long before there were phones or the internet, so it was still possible for […]
