Pattie and I walked to Beacon Hill Park from our apartment today.

The temperature felt like it was about 15 Celsius, and it was sunny the entire time we were outside. We stood on a stone bridge and watched a number of ducks practicing landing on a pond: they would take off, fly across the pond, and touch down on the surface of the water in a manner that allowed them to brake gradually and stop just before they reached the shore. Then we went to a coffee shop on Douglas near Belleville. Pattie had mocha, and I had cappuccino. Then we walked home. Pattie did a very good job of walking throughout. I was afraid her stamina might give out, but she held up nicely.

Hello!

In 1984 I wrote a song, about myself, that made me a cult hero in my dormitory. Performances of the song were obligatory at social events, and the song has survived all these years, destroying in its wake the composure of everyone who has heard it.

The Carl Wilkerson Fan Club Theme Song

Carl Wilkerson!
He’s the answer to our prayers.
He’s the only one who dares.
Carl Wilkerson!
To wrest the tyrants from their place,
To knock the usurpers on their face,
He’s come to save the human race.
Carl Wilkerson!

Carl Wilkerson!
He’s a man above reproach.
On all elitists he will encroach.
Carl Wilkerson!
With steely eyes and flaxen hair
He speaks the words no man will dare.
He’s come to save us from despair.
Carl Wilkerson!

Carl Wilkerson!
He’s the man with will so bold.
His mind is quick; his heart is gold.
Carl Wilkerson!
He wants to keep our thinking free
From pseudoaristocracy.
He’s come to save our liberty.
Carl Wilkerson!