Welcome joyous readers. Thanks for being here.
We are reminiscing about my recent visit with Max Gavaskar, the Mother of the Galaxy. Of course I did not call her by her galactic title. She saves that moniker for diplomatic meetings.
When meeting with old friends she is just Max. She was always a personable person, humble and sweet. She rose to the occasion when the galaxy needed a voice for peace and calm. Behind the scene she remains the school girl who discovered something interesting about the Universe. She is still curious about the world around her and still reads the latest science news on the Encyclopedia Galactica.
She told me about her grand kids and how much they have been helping in the garden. Of course gardening on planet Kusha is easier than in some places like planets Harappa and Lava, but the grand kids seem to have taken to working with plants.
Max and I discussed current politics but only briefly. I asked her how she felt about the current issue with the Illumaphane Bank and their accounting “creativity”. She didn’t seem too worried about the scandal, feeling that the investigating committee is chaired by a very bright and honest man.
We then discussed her husband Dallas. She is worried about him after she is gone. She asked me to look in on him. However I do know that his and Max’s kids have a plan to insure that Dallas remains connected to the family core. He will be seriously involved in the grand kids and great grand kids lives. I assured Max of this and she seemed to relax at hearing this.
When weariness crept onto Max’s face her nurse informed us that our visit was over. Dorian and I said our goodbyes and left. I was overwhelmed with sadness as we drove away. I most likely will never meet with the Mother of the Galaxy again. I have known her for many years and this was our last meeting. I will never hear her sweet voice again.
She will continue to be a part of my life as she will for much of the Milky Way. Her sayings will be remembered. Her face will be seen in government offices for generations. Her concepts still govern the mechanics of moving around the Universe. The era of peace that bears her name continues and, we hope will keep on doing so.
Praise the Pax Gavaskar.
Never mix red wine and Oodo.
Philip Normer
Kushan Year 89
Earth Year 2481
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