Whither the Watchman?

Gordon Lightfoot died yesterday. A unique voice is lost. I started to write an obituary, but recalled I unwittingly did so a couple years ago, about a song he could've written as a eulogy for himself.

Atlanta, GA

July 6, 2021

Last week Rita and I once again had the nest to ourselves. Alexander was in Auburn, and David on a church retreat to the Appalachians of north Georgia. After a week in Alaska, those mountains must’ve seemed like molehills.

The house was quiet, which usually relieves readers by leaving me little to write about. But in such stillness…