Is Emerson speaking to me?

Posted by on Sep 3, 2009 in Edwin Goes to Cooking School and I don't... | 2,580 comments

 

I am being stalked by Emerson…

First, my niece, after a very difficult first day back at school where she shares her gifts with children diagnosed with autism – on Facebook:  Well, it’s time for some self-reliance…where is my Emerson?

And then this:  Ed and I are standing at the nurses’ station at the local hospital, on the orthopaedic floor, it’s about 2AM and the nurse asks me for Ed’s last name.  Ed overhearing, but not quite fully, responds "I’m her son".  I watch, bleary eyed and as tired as I can recall ever being, as the nurse writes down "Ed Emerson". 

I agree, just where is Emerson when you most need him??!!

Let us be silent, that we may hear the whispers of the gods. 
       Ralph Waldo Emerson (of course)

Okay, I’m listening. 

 

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