All Saints Day: How are you spending your dash?

The first time I heard Linda Ellis’ poem, The Dash, was in 2004 at a Rotary institute at the Grand Hotel on Mackinac Island – a quaint resort on the northern shores of Michigan. The man who read the poem was Carl Wilhelm Stenhammer, of Sweden, an erudite man who would serve as president of worldwide Rotary in 2005-06.