Uncle John

Last Wednesday's gift was lunch with Uncle John. We walked to the deli at BV (quite a comedown from big plans for Burlington) in the snow. We ate grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato and talked about Iowa City, Things, the beginning of the time, Zen retreats, my work and his work. I forgot to tell him this: my unit of measure for something tall is an Uncle John. Uncle John is 6 feet tall, so whenever I'm estimating distance, since I was a small girl, it is in Uncle Johns. That's how far back, how deep he is in my life. The way I see the world around me. Measured in Uncle Johns. Very cool, and very fitting.