There was no comment or index card for the original entry for this date. Only the sub-heading and the link, below.
The blog link gives a terrific backstory to the title i have used. Sadly, there is not much readily available content of Sydney J. Harris’ to read online.
I did not conduct a thorough search, but enough to realize if I kept at it, I would not get anything else done today. So, I will put it upon you to go hunt down his books, or if you are blessed, your mom has a box of slightly stinky newspaper clippings (mine still smell of cigarettes) that you can peruse. And then you will understand why Sydney J. Harris was renown for writing interesting columns about one thing that he inadvertently discovered while looking up something else.
That happens to me every day, it’s called getting distracted online.
8/23/2017 Where this started. . .
“This” is this blog, this collection of my parents’ prayers on index cards and then my reflections, comments, and consternation over content I can’t comprehend.
It is now 2020 and I feel no more clear on seeing the end of this than I did when I started. It seems I have only begun to unearth my parents’ written word. While Dad’s were neat on index cards, Mom’s were essays written in longhand in spiral notebooks on lined paper. She was prolific. She was meticulous. She then typed them up . . . on a typewriter.