I walked along Morningside Heights to the place where the road ended. I was on my way home from The Free School which my children attend on my way to my apartment on West 121St. where our apartment courtesy of Teachers College was. It was late afternoon in Spring and I was feeling blue but that is another story Just as I was about to turn West I saw on the sidewalk a bunch of household trash seeming remnants of a move. I looked closer and saw three framed degrees from long ago The last was a doctoral degree. It was then I realized that it probably belonged to some old Columbia professor who had died- out living anyone who cared. Sad but New York Is full of sadness and the ambitions of a life are realized and expire and there is no one to know what was achieved now worthless to all who come after. Life is like a war with so many unknown soldiers who's glory if any was never here, never here forever But I suppose we all secretly know We live lives as mysterious strangers Known in this world known but to God
Children's Free School A parent Coop back in the 70s