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My father was always the last guy to buy a Christ­mas tree.  He explained that the prices were cheap­est the day before Christ­mas.  He didn’t dwell on how bad the selec­tion was. So we’d be dri­ving along the coun­try roads a day or two before Christ­mas, look­ing for a tree stand that was still open and […]

I know every book of mine by its smell, and I have but to put my nose between the pages to be reminded of all sorts of things.  ~George Robert Giss­ing The first time I read Flan­nery O’Connor I had to pause, go back and read para­graphs again, because the vivid­ness of her world had […]

Hav­ing a Coke with You BY Frank O’Hara is even more fun than going to San Sebas­t­ian, Irún, Hen­daye, Biar­ritz, Bay­onne or being sick to my stom­ach on the Trav­es­era de Gra­cia in Barcelona partly because in your orange shirt you look like a bet­ter hap­pier St. Sebas­t­ian partly because of my love for you, partly […]

The smile is never far from her lips, the twin­kle is always alive in her eyes.  She dances through life, plucky, resilient, wise, play­ful. She taught me how to find my soul.  She is my muse and my mate.  She never flinches.  She never wavers. She takes your breath away. Happy Birth­day, T. I love you.

For thir­teen years, an entire nation intro­duced a law that made the sale of liquor ille­gal, but did not out­law the con­sump­tionof liquor. This incon­sis­tency cre­ated an entire cul­ture of play, where an entire gen­er­a­tion con­nived to find ways to get a hold of booze, get drunk and have fun. This game funded the explosion […]

Love of beauty is Taste. The cre­ation of beauty is Art. Ralph Waldo Emer­son There’s a pur­pose to this great thing that the Inter­net has spawned beyond the cre­ation of com­merce engines, mar­ket­ing cam­paigns and wealth beyond our wildest imag­i­na­tion. The world has become too large, genius too widely dis­trib­uted, sto­ries too impor­tant and creativity […]

In a Dark Time In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deep­en­ing shade; I hear my echo in the echo­ing wood– A lord of nature weep­ing to a tree, I live between the heron and the wren, Beasts of the hill and ser­pents of the den. What’s mad­ness but […]

Each place you go, don’t look for the thing that is dif­fer­ent. Look for the thing that is the same. That is your start­ing point, the anchor. I can share the expe­ri­ence. We aren’t alone. But we can’t find each other inside all the noise. We have to look out into the quiet, strip the […]

On a trail I walk there is an old tree that has given up life but stands rooted stolidly in the ground. The trunk is thick and black. The sea­sons have embalmed it. The wood is so hard that the bark won’t break off in your hands. The boys pick up stray scraps that have been […]

Amer­i­can Band­stand meets Deb­bie Harry. She goes utterly cool, a McLuhan-like anti­dote to the hot main­stream­ing of the Band­stand. The audi­ence? Watch for the hot-body boy­toy in the yel­low form-fitting T in the front row. Just to be sure younger read­ers know, that wasn’t the typ­i­cal look for the launch of New Wave. But it […]