A head-cold continues to aggravate, deep cough and much tissue paper is needed. We are not spiritual beings, the body obtrudes into our preferred idealism. Walked into the kitchen this morning, and turned on NPR. The Saturday morning special programming was an exploration of the ethos, and the lore of Alabama, yes, the State…
I am at a loss for a story this morning. I think this is a second sunny, paradisiacal day in a row absent rain, but I am discomfited with laryngitis which has almost taken my voice. After a review of notes taken many years ago, I will offer some excerpts from Before The Sabbath…
He laughed so hard that he turned a somersault in the air and played trills with his heels. At the same time he shouted at me: “Hey, my young fellow, does your tongue smart, man, do your lungs really pinch, man? You think of your readers, those carrion feeders, and all your typesetters, those…
I remember well, my sophomore year in high school. It was a good year. Somehow I managed to earn As and Bs as a student, enjoyed life with friends on weekends, hanging out at Honey’s drive-in and occasional street racing on I-85 at night. I think it was the summer of 65 that I…
Last night we attended a dinner to celebrate the 50th year wedding anniversary of two friends. Lauretta’s Italian Bakery Restaurant in Mundelein provided the venue for the event. I cannot remember an evening of conversation, good food, wine and much good will, that was more enjoyable. Certainly I will remember the extended conversations with…
Another cloudy morning with a stiff cool breeze. It is June and we’ve had rain with more to come. Wet and cool does not augur well for the corn just planted in the fields. There’s no comfort on the front page of the New York Times this morning. Depicted on the front page, —…
“Have we all got to die then?” she asked. There was no reply. Meanwhile a man on foot went past below. He saw the smashed-up cars and began nosing round them. Leaning over into one of them he pulled out a gay parasol, a lady’s handbag and a bottle of wine. Then he sat…
Saturday. I arrived at Starbucks earlier than usual. The Saturday papers are not yet delivered, and feeling abnormally anxious I wanted to know if a five percent tariff would be imposed on imports from Mexico, beginning Monday. So I resorted to MSN news site on my computer and I felt relief. An agreement has…
Friday is the final work day of the week. This has been a full week of physical labor, one project after another. It’s simply hard labor to prepare a house to go on the market. I have been on the roof and in the attic. Hours have been dedicated to finding and filling boxes…
Another day, Thursday, one day closer to the imposition of a tariff on all goods imported from Mexico. Thus a supply chain between the United States and Mexico established over the last twenty five years will be disrupted. The President expects Mexico to slam the door upon thousands fleeing the impact of climate change…
