Today is the 115th birthday of the playwright Samuel Beckett. Waiting for Godot was a big read one summer at Interlochen, it went around my group of friends like a head cold. It was great. I should read it again. We also read Dante’s Inferno, Tom Robbins’ Skinny Legs And All, Jack Kerouac’s On The Road. When I think of Godot, I remember that humid summer at Interlochen, our inside Beckett jokes, beach bonfires, late night swims and those friends. It seems like a strange group of memories if you are familiar with the play, but that’s how memory works. The world is a better place because he was in it and still feels the loss that he has left.