Going Home

I prayed.  He was going home, and I wanted to pray.  Look out for me, I said;  look out each day and listen for me.  And we were going together on horses to the hills.  We were going to ride out in the first light to the hills.  We were going to see how it was, and always was, how the sun came up with a little wind and the light ran out upon the land.  We were going to get drunk, I said.  We were going to be all alone, and we were going to get drunk and sing.  We were going to sing about the way it always was.  And it was going to be right and beautiful.  It was going to be the last time.  And he was going home.
—    Navarre Scott Momaday
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2020	Seeking Wisdom
	Relying On The Old Man
2019	More Proof #45 Is Incompetent?
2018	Every Time I Think I’m Falling
2017	Still Testing The Hypothesis
2016	Excessive Weakness In January
2015	That Burns
2014	Hey, I Resemble That Remark… (4!)
2013	Sit, Put, Until…
2012	Lessons For My Son
2011	Reaching The Right Audience
2010	Christmas Trees and Profession of Faith

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