I wonder why say anything more. Much has been said already, a storehouse of hard earned wisdom, the deposit of ancestors from their trials and errors. Little attention is paid, especially if at first what has been written is arcane, somewhat opaque, less than transparent. Complaints are voiced, and we move on to an…
Another Sunday. This Sunday morning is gray, foggy, cool, and Father’s Day. I asked myself what it takes to become a father. From a biological point of view–it takes very little. Nature takes it’s course,— one sperm finds the egg and resulting from a cascade of cause and effect some months later, a child…
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…
