For most of his nearly one hundred-and-one years, my Uncle Roscoe showed little interest in anything artistic.
In the last scene of Tennessee Williams’s play: A Streetcar Named Desire, one of the main characters, Blanche DuBois, is about to be transported to an insane asylum.
In Oct. 1957 the former Soviet Union launched the world’s first satellite.
She’s a southern belle, sweet, gracious, and charming.
Remember the toy of pegs & holes?
On the morning of each new day I expect the best of all possible possibilities. I expect no trouble. I expect honesty and good intentions. I expect every man a to be a gentleman and every woman a lady. If events prove otherwise, at least I did my part..
Ephemeral, glistening, whispering, there, and not there.
Searching for the Raintree
I suppose most folks will have no idea of what a “Raintree” might be, or why anyone would want to search for it. Had you been born a hundred years ago, you probably would know.
Let me tell you a story.
Sophia, Sophist, Sophisticate. Related words, with strained relations.
Everybody thought Benny Gantz was a Jew. Ya’ know, ‘cause of the name.
Where do we come from? What are we? Where are we going?
Only a finite number of ideas are right. All else is what’s left.
In Book 21 of the Iliad, Homer sings to us of the battle between noble Achilles and the mighty river Xanthus.
Sometimes a sub-atomic particle will suddenly gain or lose a quantum. When this happens, it is called a quantum leap.
In general, most folks think generalities aren’t reliable, hypocrisy is deplorable and vicarious experience is never as good as hands-on experience.
That’s what Dorthey Parker said every time she answered the doorbell to her apartment.
No, it’s not. If it was all about the money, life would make more sense.
In the early years of the 20th century a singularly flamboyant young lady named Isadora Duncan danced her way to fame, and some fortune, across America, Europe, and Russia.
Of anything, really?