What a song! The story told by the lyric did not happen to me. Who knows if it happened to anyone? I can imagine though. I grew up close to a wide expanse of woods, and a half mile or so distant was a railroad track. You could follow the creek and eventually you’d…
More from Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse. Harry Haller mired in the seeming pointlessness of continuing to live, finds his loneliness relieved by a chance conversation with a female that he has met at the bar, The Black Eagle. She desires to dance but Harry resists, so she bids him take a nap while she…
Who would not remain a child as long as possible, to play forever….. My hand is raised. That is not possible. The passage of time, the toll of aging –exacts a price. The bill for living is that sooner or later you must die. That is the way it is. The concert must end,…
I propose a national holiday, a floating holiday decreed by Congress, timed to coincide with the blooming of the cherry trees along the Potomac River. This will be a rite of spring, a mandated closure of all but essential business, including the exchanges on Wall Street. All citizens will be encouraged by a proclamation…
I went to bed on the edge of panic last night. I misplaced the digital control unit for my insulin pump. I am insulin dependent. I thought that I knew where I placed the small electronic device. My first mission of the next day would be to return to the coffee shop where I…
Yesterday I took the afternoon to attend a funeral of a man that I never personally met. I felt obligated to attend. He was the founder and CEO of a company that does work which I have the deepest respect, even reverence for. I knew Neal through his work. I attended the funeral of…
I know that you are resisting the impulse to ask. That is a mass air flow sensor for a 2.0 liter Suzuki motor. The part is important for the fuel/air mixture that is the basis for engine performance. Where was the part manufactured? China. I shopped for the part online, and it was delivered…
Tomorrow is Mother’s Day. It is salutary that a day is designated for appreciation of one’s mother, the one that we know best. Also to reflect upon the meaning of bringing life into the world, and the role of nurturing an innocent, vulnerable human to adulthood. No need to insist that motherhood is sainthood…
You know, the rain. The rain is coming. Sunny days always give way to rain, sometimes lots of rain. We delight in a sunny day, and who cannot celebrate! Moreover who does not feel disappointment with report of a rainy weekend? We had so many plans for the weekend. Rain, and more rain interrupts…
Nothing of note comes to mind this morning. I will not waste your time or mine. A further thought; we were lost on a Wisconsin north woods road recently. The road ended with a sign that read, “bridge out.” We turned around. Here are some fine lines from Hermann Hesse: Man is not by…
