I read today in the paper that Georgelle Hirliman died. She was known as “the writer in the window” because about 25 years ago when she had writer’s block she came up with the idea of sitting in a Santa Fe shop window with her typewriter and a sign that read “Help me cure my writer’s block — give me a topic.” People passing by would tape up their questions and on the other side of the glass, she would tape her answers. One question was “Where do ducks go when ponds freeze over? Her answer: “warm, chlorinated pools in Miami and Beverly Hills.” You may guess where this is going. She never wrote the novel, but she appeared in windows all over the U.S. and Canada, and eventually collected all her aphorisms into a book called “Dear Writer in the Window: The Wit and Wisdom of a Sidewalk Sage.” For her, the bypass became the new road. For her, when God closed a door he literally opened a window. Salvation often has a sense of humor.