Conquerors, visionaries, artists, poets, and resolute men of all sorts throughout time have been driven to extraordinary acts by their commitment to triumphs that most of us admire - but would prefer to leave to someone else

The contention of rivals is used to mark pivotal points of life and history. The winners are lauded in books and headlines; losers are only mentioned in order to add background color.

The beginning begins with the usual elbows, arms, fast movement and random framing, then pulls back to reveal Miss Bond emerging from the side door of her house. She walks calmly toward the cop-cam clad in aquamarine sun dress, and a loosely held cigarette trailing smoky ambiance.

Every hop, pounce, chase and capture is stunningly believable. She even flips the imaginary prey up in the air, artfully recapturing it when it hits the floor. The play goes on for twenty minutes or more. I half expect to hear applause at the end of it.

Schreckengost’ entire body of work reflects his thinking as: concept; design; and making. He thought all three a necessary continuum. Head was as important as hand, each worked as one to create products that were beautiful, appropriate, and made to a purpose.

I watch the Antiques Roadshow to see beautiful, well-crafted items that have withstood the onslaught of time. Decerning people during all the years of these items existence have recognized these items as worthy of maintenance and appreciation.  I agree.

He went on to tell me that he too hoped to be a writer. He supplied a list of possible titles, most of which were obscene, blasphemous, or otherwise indecent. Each of his titles were intended to reference the unspecified incident that landed him in prison.

The diversity of the movies I ended up seeing came about entirely because I watched without judgement whatever was showing on any given Saturday afternoon at the Parma Theater.
Fortunately, that randomness supplied better films to me than my teenage tastes could ever have managed.

I tend to avoid conflicts. I’ve no concern about winning because there’s nothing I want to win. When confronted, I usually say nothing. If possible, I walk away. Some say I remind them of a turtle. If my way is the way of the turtle, is the turtle my spirit-animal?

Next morning I opened the door to the deck outside to feed the birds. Grey and Calico galloped out. Jack stood at the doorsill looking doubtful. After a while he put a tentative paw on the sill. I had the impression he may have never been outside.