Tuesday, June 16, 2009


Yes, I've been delinquent in mentioning, last Sunday it was, the anniversary of the death of Gilbert Chesterton. It was 1936, which means it was [takes out pocket calculator] 73 years ago. My mother was born in February of 1936, she and GKC were alive on this planet for a short while together, and that thought brings me a step closer to Gilbert, whom I believe I would have loved as a dear friend, had we ever met.

1 comment:

  1. Yea, I always remember the date because it's mine and my wife's anniversary.


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