Sleep Well, Madiba

Sleep well, Madiba You have risen once again This time, forever. Author’s Note: These are not my photographs, nor are they true sketches. I converted existing news photos for this tribute. I assume no copyrights to this piece.

She

She told me again about her boyfriend whom she will likely marry and to whom she’s given her heart yet still she mourns the love of her life. I wondered why the telling required her breasts to caress my arm but I like breasts so did not complain. Perhaps it was the hard lemonade. A…

1968

I recall the summer of 1968 it harkens to me as it has every four years (ignoring 1980). It is the time of Olympic glory, but more importantly, it recalls my awakening as a young man. In 1968, you see, I discovered the power of Sport. Although all little American boys play at touch football…