yesterday

ok, so as i was driving home from a meeting that ended at 7 i was delighted to hear garrision keillor and his writer's almanac......i meant to go straight home and blog this, but being hungry, i opted to cook supper instead....and being old and forgetful, the notion passed....so here it is today...the part i wanted to remember.....On this day in 1862, Henry David Thoreau died of tuberculosis. He was 44. His aunt asked him if he was at peace with God. Thoreau said, "I was not aware that we had quarreled." The last clear thing he said was, "Now comes good sailing," and then two words: "moose" and "Indian."...i liked that response- when asked if he was at peace with god he responded...i did not know we had quarreled.....i hope i am that witty when my time comes.....