Like most of you, I get a fair number of forwarded emails from friends who think that the content is something I should see. Occasionally they are humorous; mostly, they are political. I look upon them as the cyber-equivalent of bumper stickers and usually give them a quick skim.
Sometimes, however, something catches my attention and holds it. This link, sent to me by a reader friend near Seattle, is a prime example. There is something so real, so unselfconscious and unforced about it — something so haunting — that I can’t get it out of my mind. Accept its clumsiness and shapelessness. Those are part of its power.
I’d say, “enjoy,” but that’s not the appropriate word.