PEOPLE

Well, another long day. Met many people whose names I’ll never remember. Also met several congressmen, and one congresswoman. So many people, then there are those who work for me, many names, faces, that I do ‘know.’ It would be better to say names and faces that I have stored in files in my mind. That is all they are. Raw data. They learn my name because they think it is important. They will tell their friends that they know me. They do not. Oh to have a friend that sticks closer than a brother, my brother-- he knew me. He knew me, not just my name but me. And I knew him. Indeed, someone I could trust. Now there is no one. So many people know me, yet no one knows who I am.