As retirement . . . dribbliness, senility and death thunders towards me, there is a little more pressure to "put my affairs in order". All kinds of long forgotten assets are surfacing in my "mind" if not so easily in concrete actuality. My pal P in Boston picked up on my obituary of [monumental installation creator] Christo to mention that she had a piece of the true cloth from The Gates C&JC's mighty extravaganza in Central Park. It's not even enough to blow your nose on, but is nevertheless imbued with a p'arrrful magick. "The say" that if you gathered all the pieces of the True Cross into a single place there would be enough timber to build a small village. That sharing whooshed me down the rabbit hole of time to remember the Christmas when two of my students pitched in to buy me a present. It only took me three attempts to locate the correct bag in the
The power of junk mail to elicit a response is directly proportional to the number of items in the envelope. My acquisition of 1 acre of the Moon was documented with a lot of paperwork
- Proclamation declaring the foundation of the Republic of Luna
- The Deed (see below)
- A map showing the location of my 4/10ths of a hectare (ditto)
- Tourist information for the region
- A shill for the atlas on CD - a snip at $30!
I'll let you know when we're having the housewarming. As ambient temperature during the lunar day reaches 125°C it will be more like a housebroiling. I like my piece of up-there home; so thanks to Lilian & Dave who were big-hearted back then and went on to even bigger things when they flew the nest.