Today is Robert Lax’s 101st birthday. Picturing him as a child all those years ago, it’s interesting to contemplate something he wrote in the late ’60s:
“…the meaning of our lives, and what we write, and what we do,
is somehow in us from the beginning:
in this sense, the child’s only duty is to live and grow”
–p. 304, Pure Act: The Uncommon Life of Robert Lax
Happy birthday, Bob.