Monthly Archives: September 2020

The one that gets most of your donations to those in need: The Salvation Army, as usual. (They’ve been our preferred charity for decades.) Fact. All others have too many expenses and expensive CEOs.

“So what do you miss about coming to our place? (pause) “COVID 19.”

(First trip) At Hyla Brook (title of a Robert Frost poem) at Robert Frost Farm, Derry, New Hampshire. A remarkable, memorable get-away while I was teaching at Scona. Age 42. (Colleagues told me That’s the trip I want to make … Continue reading →

During those, if there is no wind and only golden sun from the east, things are lit up and sometimes ‘goldenized’. Then, this old favorite by Wordsworth from gr. 12 (’67), comes to mind…. Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, Sept. 3, … Continue reading →

Neil Meili. He’s a good guy and well-known south of the border on the cowboy poetry circuit. The following nostalgic poem, typical of Neil’s subject matter and style, is from his Fishing Old Wives Lake anthology. Grandma Brander When we … Continue reading →

“Never been lonely Never been lied to Never had to scuffle in fear Nothing denied to Born at the instant The church bells chime And the whole world whispering Born at the right time” -Paul Simon, from Rhythm of the … Continue reading →

As is often remarked, they don’t make ’em like they used to. (Incidentally, I’m appreciating the increased time at home the past 7 months to catch up on my classic movie viewing.) The Guns of Navarone from 1961 is an … Continue reading →

raises your blood pressure and can make a heart stop. (Little known health fact)

One of the most interesting books I own is this imaginative Christmas, 1968, Westvaco edition of Stephen Crane’s powerful novel about the American Civil War. The tactile design is by Bradbury Thompson. left: the slipcase with steel engraved design; right: … Continue reading →