Bill of the Mu
work party and, watching all the activity, said out of the blue,
thought-out-loud conclusion of an internal comparison of group dynamics he
was witnessing versus lonely solitary existence glued to the parasitic tube
which defines so many people's evenings. It seems so simple now but for years
I didn't know what was missing; it's what
Vonnegut always lamented America
lacking--the artificial extended family.
Community sure comes in handy. I can't speak for
it seems to me that having your face cast in plaster for future
mask-making in a roomful of friends is as good a way as any to take
your mind off having had your home burn down the night before while you were
out across the street celebrating your birthday.