"...1976"

This from Yule 2020. Once upon a time.

One of the effects of living alone in Pandemic lockdown is that you don’t speak…much. I read write go online to watch as the world stops. Listen to music, and such, but don’t have many actual conversations. So I began to recite. 

Recently I read passages from a book by Christopher Isherwood. “Christopher, and his Kind 1929~1939”. About the physical volume. I bought it on December 10th in the year 1976. I was 26. It was inscribed to me by Mr. Isherwood who was at the Oscar Wilde Memorial Bookshop. He was a kindly fragile bright personality. At the time I thought him elderly. I think I may be older than he was now. ...time.  

I read portions of three chapters aloud. This reminded me of my broadcast days when I would read stories to the listeners in the deep of night. This over many years. I read again. Only now for an audience of one. Still as fulfilling as it was for all those years.