MICHAEL VENTURA
LETTERS AT 3AM –
TO SIT ON A PARK BENCH
Austin Chronicle – April 4, 2014
Every generation is like a ship casting off under sealed orders, on a mission fraught with dangers, and only the captain knows the truth: There will be no survivors.
That’s the thing about getting old: One day you look around at your contemporaries and it dawns on you that there were will be no survivors. One by one, you’re all going down.