Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for January 11, 2022

I suspect that Martin will await the arrival of meaning until time to go home.

He ponders quite loudly.

Sounds like my college years.

If he can’t get it by reading it, he will try to draw up the meaning through his fingers.

Martin is working on his Richard Nixon look.

Or lunch, whichever comes first…

“Martin! Where’s that report?”

{"Ah, context arrives, and that’s even better!"}

He needs a better grip.

Good Lord, just like me. I hope Martin waits longer than I did and does not get distracted by a pretty girl.

I feel that way after reading several newspapers. But I’m more interested in the arrival of truth.

The epiphany is always in the next volume.

I almost never require any pondering time. I can’t say that’s a good thing.

Meaning must have gotten held up in traffic.

Meaning comes through his fingers, apparently.

This is where you take a nap and let your subconscious handle it. Works for me.