IV Time and the bell have buried the day, The black cloud carries the sun away. Will the sunflower turn to us, will the clematis Stray down, bend to us; tendril and spray Clutch and cling? Chill Fingers of yew be curled Down on us? After the kingfisher’s wing Has answered light…
At last the days are warming in the Mid-West. Its beginning to feel like spring. The buttercups are sprouting and a few are in bloom by the road. After breakfast at Taste of Paris Cafe on Sunday morning we traveled to Wheaton to see our children and grand children. To visit together on a…
I was not there. A prior commitment oblidged me to be in Chicago on Friday evening. At that time the grand opening of The Long Grove Confectionary store and the adjoining sister company, the Long Grove Coffee Company was held in splendid fashion by Towner Green. The weather gods smiled upon the event and…
Mid April. I anticipate with longer days warm weather will call forth the green of grass and the tender shoots of daffodils. This weekend was a setback. A mega storm of snow and ice swept across the plains state. Minnesota received fifteen inches in some parts. The Star Tribune called it a historic blizzard. …
Comment was made in the course of our discussion of the Iliad, of the great cultural differences in the late-bronze age status of women, and that of our own time, three millennia in the future. Consider the character of Briseis, taken and given as a spoil of war to Achilles consequent to the razing…
Rage! Menis! How much history, as though a blind fate, –is a story of rage and the aftermath. April 2, 1865 the Confederacy was essentially finished. After four years of war, the Union army entered Richmond while the city burned. A way of life based upon slavery, the blind determination to unjustly use human…
A more intimate opportunity for philosophical “play” is offered at Taste-of-Paris on Thursday evenings. The setting could not be more perfect. A few of us meet in the dining room, find a place at the round table, which is under the scaled down model of the Eiffel Tower. Two to five individuals, friends, a…
Stopped in at the local CVS yesterday to purchase a birthday card. Walking with purpose to the greeting card display against the back wall, I passed a solitary individual who was busy stocking shelves who said “hello.” In the big, quiet store I chose a card with a superhero graphic on the front. Making…
There have been many. Yesterday, I challenged myself to remember the names of as many of my elementary teachers as I could. I remembered most of them, in order, from the first to the eighth grade. A majority are remembered with affection and gratitude. They gave an emotionally lost kid the gift of their…
Monday after Easter. Back into the trenches of life. To call it problem solving is an understatement. Circumstances develop, life itself demands particular “solutions” –or things fall apart, or so it seems. Easter is a story, a compact microcosm of ideas and emotions, a miniature of life itself. Betrayal, trial, abandonment, suffering and the…
