It’s Been Ten Years
It’s been ten years since Kurt Vonnegut left his body. On Wednesday April 11, 2007, Kurt shuffled off his coil mortal—or something like that.
“That’s right. Ten years ago I learned that there was an afterlife. I was 84 years old, but never too old to learn.”
Kurt Vonnegut! What are you doing here?
“I heard you were writing about me so I thought I’d stop by.”
Really? I’m honored!
“Don’t get too excited. You could be hallucinating because you’re insane.”
You look real for a hallucination.
“I do my best no matter what I do.”
You’re doing a great job at appearing real.
I’m at a loss for words.
“You want me to write your blog?”
Uh-er-uh-No-uh-It’s just that I am at a loss for words over being in your presence.
“Have you noticed that you are never at a loss for words when you tell someone that you’re at a loss for words?”
“Isn’t there anything you want to ask me?”
Yes, lots. But I wouldn’t know where to begin.
“May I ask you a question?”
“How do you plan to end this blog?”