I'm not going into the long and sad story of the decline of the WCU Poetry Conference, which I had attended for about seven Junes from 2001-2016. But in 2016, Sam Gwynn was the director, and he invited me to be the reader at their Poetry Salon, on November 6, 2016.
I wish I had a photo of this lovely event, but I don't . Here's one of me in another conference, another year:
Anyway, the poetry salon took place on a brilliant sunny Sunday in 2016. I , however, was coming down with a very nasty upper respiratory infection. I stayed over until Monday afternoon, and then drove back to Emmitsburg on Route 30, through all the little towns.
I had a car crash on the way home, which was my fault. I rear-ended a pickup truck , which was stopped suddenly because the car in front of it had stopped to make a left turn, and i wasn't paying enough attention. I was ok, but I totalled the car.
It was a bad omen for the next day, which was the day Donald Trump was elected president.
It wasn't funny for four years, and continues to not be funny.
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