Death arrived before the healing could
A Great Blue Heron at Blind Pass Beach February 22, 2016, I sat in the sun, my eyes closed, for several minutes, blissfully unaware of the gruesome sight just a few feet away from me. I contemplated the past weekend, a whirlwind of dinners with friends, four nights in a row! Many domestic chores were completed, too, including the partial installation of propane service so that soon, we'll be cooking with gas in our kitchen. I moderated the first in a series of new programs called "This is My Story" at church. Tom played at his first outdoor jazz concert this season. The weather has been stunningly beautiful. So on this Monday afternoon, I decided to take advantage of it by moving the lawn chair into the sun on a patch of shell path in our backyard, near the dock. For some reason, I opened my eyes, and turned my head far around to my right. There lay a dead cormorant on a flagstone next to the house. "Tom, there's a ...