July 12th 2012

I miss Frank today and want to thank him for all he gave me. I hope that I can continue in his spirit, to always be generous to people and offer them a home, to always be open to poetry and beauty and new ideas, to always be ready for a new celebration!

I hear his pen in the sports page, his sonorous bass voice in the wood of the Butsedan, see his eye in each sketch on the wall, and laugh with him as each magpie flies by.

I try to communicate his love for words and lived vision of an ordinary utopia in my language classes.

I am happy to share him still with all of you!

Love,
Josh