One Sentence: 10:53 P.M. January 8, 2011

Born a dragon the year before the market crashed and compressed into a worldwide depression, you have occupied this life and the spaces between a world war and countless more, a red scare, harnessing the atom into capital a & h, freedom ringing, then the staccatto of gunfire, a kind of peace, mother, father, childhood friends disappearing in the soil you love, two wives, one wretched, one beloved, and children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren multiplying like wild poppies, filling eighty-four years in this new dragon year.