Entry #93 July 21, 2011
i am an ostrich with my head in the sand
i don’t have to think about the causes i’ve abandoned
or those I’ve never taken on
i don’t have to worry about the mistakes i have made
i don’t have to worry about the mistakes i will make
friends i have betrayed… ha!
kindness I didn’t return.
jokes that hurt.
good deeds selfishly avoided
i am an ostrich with my head in the sand
forgive me
Entry #92 July 5, 2011
It’s nearly the Fourth of July. I’ve been trying to write something of importance on my blog. I know I promised I was only going to write about nothing – sorry, plans change. I’m going to listen to Dylan music and type until I come up with something. But I’m afraid it’s going to be about nothing…
I liked to think I wasn’t parochial. Unlike most people that ever lived, I’ve been more than ten miles from home. I’ve been in 49 states and several countries. I’ve lived from Virginia to Texas. But I am reminded of the couple that went to the Smithsonian and the husband said, “You take the right and I’ll take the left and meet you back here in fifteen minutes.” Like them I’ve been lots of places but seen and done little, and live in my small world.
I was stationed outside of Boston in 1968 the first time I remember listening to Bob Dylan. I was sitting around talking to a guy from NYC and he made us stop talking and listen when Dylan came on. After the song was over he said, “There is a genius, a great poet.” I didn’t know what he was talking about, but I learned. Harry R. Coil at Kansas State University taught me a lot about acceptance and right from wrong. He introduced me to poetry and politics. Harry helped me learn to accept George Timberlake’s decision to be a conscientious objector, but it has only been recently that I see that he was right.
I found the Chicago production of “Miss Saigon” moving.
But like people that never went more than ten miles from home, I’ve learned most from my family – Dad, Georgia, my daughters and grandchildren, brothers, sisters, and nephews and nieces. Being parochial may not be such a bad thing.
Entry #91 July 4, 2011
Deleted. I'll bet this piques your interest.
i am an ostrich with my head in the sand
i don’t have to think about the causes i’ve abandoned
or those I’ve never taken on
i don’t have to worry about the mistakes i have made
i don’t have to worry about the mistakes i will make
friends i have betrayed… ha!
kindness I didn’t return.
jokes that hurt.
good deeds selfishly avoided
i am an ostrich with my head in the sand
forgive me
Entry #92 July 5, 2011
It’s nearly the Fourth of July. I’ve been trying to write something of importance on my blog. I know I promised I was only going to write about nothing – sorry, plans change. I’m going to listen to Dylan music and type until I come up with something. But I’m afraid it’s going to be about nothing…
I liked to think I wasn’t parochial. Unlike most people that ever lived, I’ve been more than ten miles from home. I’ve been in 49 states and several countries. I’ve lived from Virginia to Texas. But I am reminded of the couple that went to the Smithsonian and the husband said, “You take the right and I’ll take the left and meet you back here in fifteen minutes.” Like them I’ve been lots of places but seen and done little, and live in my small world.
I was stationed outside of Boston in 1968 the first time I remember listening to Bob Dylan. I was sitting around talking to a guy from NYC and he made us stop talking and listen when Dylan came on. After the song was over he said, “There is a genius, a great poet.” I didn’t know what he was talking about, but I learned. Harry R. Coil at Kansas State University taught me a lot about acceptance and right from wrong. He introduced me to poetry and politics. Harry helped me learn to accept George Timberlake’s decision to be a conscientious objector, but it has only been recently that I see that he was right.
I found the Chicago production of “Miss Saigon” moving.
But like people that never went more than ten miles from home, I’ve learned most from my family – Dad, Georgia, my daughters and grandchildren, brothers, sisters, and nephews and nieces. Being parochial may not be such a bad thing.
Entry #91 July 4, 2011
Deleted. I'll bet this piques your interest.