October 17, 2020
When I posted this week’s October 11 letter at about 4:30 on the morning of October 12, Buddy was on his way out the door to go to work. And about the time I was falling asleep, he was taking this photo.
Another spectacular sunrise.
I’m going to take tonight off. I'll see you tomorrow.
[Photo by Buddy Poland]
From your book lined home on the coast of Maine with lobster pots and laptops and Buddy’s snapshots of soft, clear dawns, spring these Letters to an ever-growing assembly of folks who care about what is going on in our country – folks who have access to hundreds, thousands, of sources but wait each morning to read what you have to say.
I hope the knowledge that your efforts make a real difference in the lives of so many helps you sleep soundly when your head finally hits the pillow.
Respect and gratitude for all you do.
HCR - No doubt you are aware of your fan base. And I mean that in the highest regard.
I am curious: As these letters took hold in your daily life, how have your thoughts evolved about the community you have created? Are you writing out of passion? As a historian, do you feel some type of strange civic duty to capture the chaotic goings-on of this dumpster fire administration and provide historical context? A year ago did you think these letters would have the life that they do?
Your letters convey a sense of authenticity (of you as a writer), community, and of course history. After I catch up on your posts, I do not feel preached to, or admonished, or uninformed even though I learn something from each of your posts.
Thank you. Thank you for extending yourself. Thank you to the team you rely on to help with research, editing, and publishing. And thanks to Buddy for allowing you to share his photos of that place you are lucky to call home.