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“Here We Go!”

But go we didn’t.
Not that I can

recall at the

moment, at

any rate.  But

here they are 

those three words,
an exclamation point.

It must have been
at least six months
ago that I wrote
it in the margin

on the first page
of this blue note
book (Fabrinio,
it says, made in

Italy).  It would
not have been
more than ten
years ago.  I

say I write to
remember, and
this is true.  But
no matter how

much I scrunch
up my eyes in
an attempt to
recall when it

was I scrawled
those words,
and where it
was we were

going, I am
drawing a
blank.  But
it’s a hopeful,

generally opt
imistic phrase,
unless we were
about to take

off in a roller
coaster?  It’s
a half hour
to midnight.

Sleep will
come soon.
And I’ve no
quarrel with

myself over
reusing the
phrase.  As
a bit of en

couragement,
a bon voyage,
say, as we em
bark toward

the land of
dreams.  And
beyond.  I
do hope it’s 

smooth sail

ing all the 

way.  Here

we go!