Allen

Allen is sick. I get it. I respond slowly. He voice-mailed me at work last night and I didn't get it until this morning. He sounded very bad. Couldn't make anything out except that he was in hospital. I am a slow thinker. My first unspoken reaction was, "You sound awful, Allen." He did not want so much a visit, although I see and 'hear' that now, in the afternoon that is what he's getting because he full and away deserves it. What he wanted was for us to throw his name into the fire last night. I look forward to stopping by on the way home to see him, because it's in my newer nature to lean forward and toward intensity. And that is what he represents. Despite his circumlocutory conversational style, he's going to be increasingly intense. He is my teacher.