Chris mailed me three Anna Quindlen articles, two of which are included in QuindlenÃs new book “Loud and Clear.” I read the first “Oh, Godot” to Helen this morning. It reminds me of the speech Malcolm Clarke gave to Charlie’s graduating Deerfield class, because it, too, is a commencement speech. Clarke’s much longer narrative might […]
If you look down the long slope of Locust Hill Cemetery, past the ordered grave stones, you’ll see Holiday Retirement Village. On the outside it pales in comparison to the “posh hotel†which is Concord Park. However, once you walk in the door, you feel like you’re back in West Concord. The reception area is […]
I drove down by the river, past Ellis Park where they race horses, and then under both bridges which cross into Kentucky. I wanted to see in the daylight, what I could only vaguely see in the dark, last year, when I missed my right turn onto Bellemeade. Less mysterious in the light of day, […]
Captain, Captive Captain, captive Of your fate Fast asleep On the bed you made Dream away Wake up late. Samuel Menashe I don’t have a photo editing program so for once I have to post exactly what I’ve snapped, and without an editor, I have to post what I write, and without anything dramatic happening […]
I finished my vidalia onion, ham and cheese sandwich and as I stood up to get my mother more Coke, I said, “The good news is I don’t have to be here and the bad news is that I am here. Now what do I do?†“What do you mean?†“Friday, you called me because […]
Sully’s in Louisville. Bigger Picture
It’s 4 AM, I must be on my way to Evansville. Happy 45th Birthday, Adam.
Saturday, we dropped in for lunch. After the roast beef.
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The Phantom of the Opera, which we saw with Matt and Debbie, was a Christmas present to me from Diane. Desire Under The Elms was my gift to her. I highly recommend this kind of delayed gratification gift giving. You have all the hub bub of Christmas but then you get to “open†your present […]
Friday, late afternoon, after work. “What do you want to do?†“I don’t know, what do you want to do?†I decided earlier that we weren’t going out to dinner. Fun, yes, intimate, yes, but we can’t afford our Friday night ritual. “I’m irritable. I woke up irritable, I took a nap and I’m still […]