As with another many of us, Charlie Walcott just ran out of time-and did not seem to know it until the year he died.Friends, family, acquaintences and strangers ask me: How are you People pose this question to other people everyday-either MEANING it, or merely making inane banter, based on current social and cultural standards.My new response comes from a line in a pop melody (I forget which decade-they all are seeming the same now): ".it's all been a pack of lies." Tell me about The Good Life, if you think you know what that is. Many times we defer certain aspects of The Good Life, believing we shall someday get back to that which made our lives worthwhile in the first (or second) place. Walcott accomplished many great things and had, by any reasonable measure, an exceedingly good life.But, if Gould's account is anywhere near truth, Charlie Walcott regretted not getting the Burgess Shale job done."And just so." Indeed. Oh, there were tragedies in Walcott's life-just as there are tragedies in the lives of us all. Thing is, that after Charlie made these discoveries, he got caught up in his own unfinished legend.became, as Gould noted, an administrator, and as such, lost his first love: applied science. Seems that Charlie was a better than middling paleontologist and scientist who made interesting discoveries in the Burgess Shale of British Columbia.
Inasmuch as this post has had much ado about the good life, I was interested in Gould's OEOs concerning the life of Charles Doolittle Walcott. Shadows Real As real as political ideologies, I guess.
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