Listening to Art Buchwald on the radio, being interviewed by Diane Rehm. He’s in a hospice, having refused treatment for kidney disease, so he’s dying. It takes a lot of guts to talk with a guy who’s about to die, but what an interview! Wow. Made me think of so many things.
One was a problem I’m having with a bank that’s been sending me someone else’s statements. The circumstances aren’t important, I’ve been on the phone with them for a few hours over a few days, trying to get them to stop sending me the statements. They’ve even agreed, at times to stop sending them; to no avail, they keep coming, and every time it’s an argument to explain to them that I’m not the guy and I’m not responsible for his business.
During the last call I had this strong feeling that I’m going to die before winning this one. And with that came the realization — it’s their world not mine. They’re like the mountains and the oceans and I’m like a sunny day. They’ll be here torturing people like me, until we die, and then they’ll torture other people, who will die and so on.