I met Gail White some thirty years ago in the pages of The Lyric, and had the good sense, when the chance came up, to award her one of the annual prizes. Of course, she wrote me a great letter. Between us, we now have such an accumulation of correspondence that one of us (Gail) had better get famous enough to qualify for a section in some university library, where an as-yet- unborn graduate student can sift through it all and come up with a winsome thesis on Literary Women of the late 20th Century.
Or, as we tell each other, "The last one to die has to edit the letters." Which way does that incentive work?
Now that I'm retired, perhaps I'll follow Gail's lead once again and become a more regular reader and contributor on Eratosphere. It's never too late to get "famous."
And it's always a pleasure to read Gail's poems and Gail's thoughts.
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