"Suppose we were able to share meanings freely without a compulsive urge to impose our view or conform to those of others and without distortion and self-deception. Would this not constitute a real revolution in culture?" --David Bohn
Good Mourning Widows. Joy to you and me.
Welcome famous widow, Josephine Hoffa, wife of famous Teamsters Union president, James "Jimmy" Hoffa.
On July 30, 1975, Josephine Hoffa received a telephone call from her husband, Jimmy. "It looks like I've been stood up."
Josephine never heard from Jimmy again.
Seven years later, James "Jimmy" Hoffa was pronounced legally dead, and Josephine became a legal widow.
To this day, the disappearance of her husband remains a mystery, as does his death and where his body is buried.
Q: What gets wetter and wetter the more it dries.
A: A towel
He liked the late afternoon light as it dimmed
In the living room, and wouldn't switch on
The electric lights until past eight o'clock.
His wife complained, called him cheerless, but
It wasn't a case of melancholy; he just liked
The way things looked in air growing darker
So gradually and imperceptibly that it seemed
The very element in which we live. Every man
And woman deserves one true moment of greatness
And this was his, this Dutch interior, entered
And possessed, so tranquil and yet so busy
With details: the couple's shed clothes scattered
On the backs of armchairs, the dog chasing a shoe,
The wide open window, the late afternoon light.
After we remember Him, open your joy-nal. Set the timer for ten. Fingerhug your pen. Take words from today's mourning poem.
Go ahead. I dare you.
Have an abundantly, joy-filled day, Widows. And remember, we're not alone.