Chelsea

Chelsea. Starting fresh, a new morning. And that's just how I first encountered Chelsea, sitting at the table outside my office like this. She was waiting to meet with Galen Cranz, a professor and friend of many years (our time together goes back to Reed College in the 1960s). Chelsea had come from Canada to work with Galen--to edit, sort, manage, resolve some of these same end-of-time questions (end of time in the teaching sense!) that I'm facing.

She looked up just as I was about to take the picture (with an iPad camera, quite visibly present--which I find important, actually) so you really are seeing the first time we met! I always enjoyed our encounters--Chelsea's a very bright spirit. Unusual, too. She told me once that many of her best friends are three times her own age--I think you can see that in her expression.  Very much Chelsea.

She lost both of her parents recently--within a few months of each other. Galen told me. I haven't seen Chelsea to tell her I was very sorry to hear.

How this somehow fits with all the rest of her story. An artist, too...

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