People were messy. They were defined not only by what they'd done, but by what they would have done, under different circumstances, molded as much by their regrets as their actions, choices they stood by and those they wished they could undo. Of course, there was no going back - time only moved forward - but people could change. For worse. And for better. It wasn't easy. The world was complicated. Life was hard. And so often, living hurt. So make it worth the pain.
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
I was honored to have an opportunity to speak on August 28th, 1963.
I was born in August, no July, 1908.
The ship was named the Bounty: I was appointed to command her on the 16th of August 1787.
While in El Paso, I met Mr. Clinton Burk, a native of Texas, who I married in August 1885.
On 24 August 1939, as an officer in the reserve, I had to join my regiment in Potsdam.
