My friend Page would recall some adventure of Bix Beiderbecke’s, which would then remind someone else of an interesting story about Django Reinhart, which would remind me that Django Reinhart had only two good fingers on his fretting hand.
My friend Page would recall some adventure of Bix Beiderbecke’s, which would then remind someone else of an interesting story about Django Reinhart, which would remind me that Django Reinhart had only two good fingers on his fretting hand.
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Friday / October 30, 1874 / Bethany, Missouri: A piercing northwest wind swirled icy cold & and a powdery haze of falling snow through the crowd.
A Greek word (ere-a-trey) meaning both excellence and virtue; two sides of the same coin as far as the Greeks of the Classical period were concerned.
I sat in drowsy reverie on the stoop of the little shed that was now a chicken house.
Uncle Archie was never really ready for work until he had a Kent fired up and stuck in the corner of his mouth.
His hand reached out to hers.
She takes his hand -
A double troth
of two souls made one.
One evening, not too long after the History of Mt. Moriah book arrived in the mail, my Dad and I were casually leafing through it – checking out all the photos.
“Yoo hoo, it’s me, my name is Pinky Lee” he sang, as he danced his odd little sideways shuffle back and forth across the stage.
In the course of my lifetime I have watched America devolve from a nation of hardy self-reliant individualists into a nation of namby-pamby hyper-sensitive crybabies.
I went to the dark end of the inventory shelves, pressed my forehead against the wall, and indulged myself in a few moments
of quiet despair.
On June 17, in the year 2 B.C., there was a conjunction of the planet Venus with the planet Jupiter.
Artists speak the language of Aesthetic: a polyglot of image, sound, gesture, and form.
Every Sunday morning the Story Lady would read the text of all the nationally sydicated comics over
the radio. I would lay the pages of the Des Moines Sunday Register out before me and do my best to follow along. I couldn’t actually
read yet, but I sure
wanted to.