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Category Archives: writing
It’s interesting what stays with you when you read, our noble list of leaders lingering like after dinner mints. Let’s begin with the short of it… James Madison, being only 5’4 weighing less that 100 pounds. Must have been like … Continue reading
I’m home, puttering around, when all of a sudden, every light in the house went on except for my desk lamp that needs to be switched on. It was very Close Encounters of the Third Kind, making me think, any … Continue reading
My jeans should be willed to the Smithsonian, they’re that old and tattered…sewn, stitched, patched, the original denim humbly peeking through. If they could only talk, the tales they could tell. We’ve been through a lot together, well traveled, zipped … Continue reading
By Childe Hassam (1859-1935), hung in the Oval Office requested by John F. Kennedy from Washington’s National Gallery, during the 1000 days of his short, but memorable administration.
One of my favorite all time films is, Yankee Doodle Dandy. When James Cagney, as George M. Cohan, tap dances down the White House Steps, I’m always up from my chair, tappin along with him. I make no apologizes for … Continue reading
I’m here with Pat the Cat, aka Patrick, my neighbor next door. His owner for once, knows that he’s here since he’s visiting upon request. I needed a sit down, okay on the floor, but still, with someone I could … Continue reading
I use the word mewl a lot when I’m upset over something. Finally, a friend asked, what the hell does mewl mean exactly? Sometimes my affair with language gets out of hand, without me realizing I may sound slightly smug … Continue reading
I didn’t go to college, therefore when I tell a historical tale, it’s without pedantic bells and whistles. But what better way to learn, I say, and a lot more interesting to decipher what you read in your own words. … Continue reading
I hate being called ma’am. It makes me think of my grandmother when she’d roll her stockings down to her ankles, to cool off, she’d say. It sure must have cooled off Grampa. It explained all those Miss Rheingold Posters … Continue reading