For the
first time in a long time I spent most of my waking hours on Saturday in
conversation. I had begun to suspect that it, like yodeling and poetry, was a
dead art. Preaching and complaining are not conversation. Neither is an
exchange of one-liners from last night’s television show. Conversation is a
give and take of memories, thoughts and stories among two or more people. It is
never one-sided or strident. It has a discernible rhythm. At its best it causes
time to evaporate.
In the
morning I spent two hours over coffee with Jan Viscomi, who taught A.P. English
in my senior year of high school. Jan is in her mid-seventies, and as sharp as
I remember her forty-six years ago. We talked about books, old friends and the ongoing
decline of Western Civilization. Starting in the afternoon I spent seven and a
half hours with Gary and Laura Dumm, artists in Cleveland who have been my
friends for forty-one years. One day earlier, I saw their mural, “Our Love Letter to Cleveland,” at the West Side Market, for the first time. The talk was
effortless and never stopped. Gary and Laura are among the smartest, funniest,
most generous people I know. Boswell
reports the great man saying: “The happiest conversation is that of which
nothing is distinctly remembered but a general effect of pleasing impression.”
1 comment:
Your friends have the Cuyahoga River running through their mural which reminded me of Randy Newman's song 'Burn On' with whose lyric I am sure you are familiar. http://www.songlyrics.com/randy-newman/burn-on-lyrics/
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