Oh, the tweed-jacket life of you academic Twainists When last I saw brother Hal, he was in an airport in New York Heading home from a semester in Italy I can remember thinking What grown man measures life in semesters? And I'm in court in Peoria on Monday With a bipolar, suicidal woman trying to get disability So I'm spending my Saturday afternoon with a Dutch beer Reading Ogden Nash in between gazing out at the Mississippi Watching all the drunks on Jackson's Island Thinking of Hal sitting in Southern Japan And wishing I could compose a Haiku Thanks a lot, Hal Terrell