Some things will never be the same again

To the editor:

Larry King tells us that life will never be the same. But today is never like yesterday, and tomorrow will be different again. Fifty years ago a lady in our high school assembly talked of death and how she visited a neighbor whose daughter had died suddenly. "I am so distraught," the grieving mother told her, "for Sally always loved spring fryers and we are just now beginning to use them." One looks about for compensations.

Not likely that many Missourians are rallied by the arrival of the persimmon season, but the delicate, frosty pink of a ripe persimmon has a certain loveliness unmatched by any color in a museum. We learn to roll with life. And when I come back from the persimmon grove, Mom may be frying sausage balls for canning. That, like fried chicken, is a good thing.

PETER HILTY

Cape Girardeau