
"we may not arrive in a port within the calculated period,
but we would pursue the true course."
(i think this was martin l king's quote, i believe,
it is written on the backside of this frayed note,
a poem handwritten for me by an elderly lady
who i carried during my years as a driver for the
caddo council on the aging in louisiana, 1983-87/
bernice hayes had a son at home who was disturbed;
he would be sitting in the garage;
many of the old folks, especially the old black folks, were nurturing
towards me, and this lil old poem composed by bernice
is now posted here