I was sound asleep. Work tomorrow
Tuesday, December 9, 1980. 6:30 A.M.
Alarm on. Out and into shower.
Shave. Can't hear radio.
Getting dressed, and in the background's playing, Imagine.
Then Wheels, Beautiful Boy, Help, I Should Have Known Better.
And the news sinks in. And I have to go teach Grade 6 English
and read Curious ******* George to four classes of Kindergartens and Grade ones.
And, I'm alone in my new house, in a small town called Aylmer (population 5,000).
My wife is away during the week at University, and I hate my job,
and he's decaying on some slab as I read to twenty-five five year olds. Some of these kids will get to know and love his work. So will their kids and grandkids. I know. Like Mozart.
Tuesday, December 9, 1980. 10:00 P.M.
Me, Johnny Walker, and the turntable going round and round, like his wheels.
What a talent. What a waste.