It was odd and slightly unsettling to see an SD Police cruiser roll by so early in the morning as I unloaded my gear at the sleepy little camp that houses our paddle club on the interior of Mission Bay. As I made my way past the Boy Scout…
O Me! O Life! BY WALT WHITMAN Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish, Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) Of eyes that vainly crave the…