Are these the days of the Wild West?
Bob Scott shore thinks so as he pours whatever is in his wheelbarrow to make cement.
Sign in front of JEEP reads EACH ONE, TEACH ONE, about Africa.
Miss Imani I Scott will make her daddy a hearty stew.
He has been working ALL SUMMER on the fences.
And I mean hearty.
My daughter Sarah, now in her 40s, was born in Brenham, TX, where our favorite place to eat was at a an old BBQ place where they'd slaughter the meat and make the tenderest BBQ you ever tasted.
I'd light out of town before it was light to study Library Science at the University of TX at Austin. Would ride a pale green Datsun with no AC all the way to class.
I did manage to see, however, the blind old librarian Jorge Luis Borges.
Oh, let me never forget him, never forget him.
Jorge Francisco Isidoro Luis Borges Acevedo (/ˈbɔːrhɛs/;[2] Spanish: [ˈboɾxes] (
listen); 24 August 1899 – 14 June 1986) was an Argentine short-story writer, essayist, poet and translator, and a key figure in Spanish-language and international literature. His best-known books, Ficciones (Fictions) and El Aleph (The Aleph), published in the 1940s, are compilations of short stories interconnected by common themes, including dreams, labyrinths, philosophers, libraries, mirrors, fictional writers, and mythology.[3] Borges's works have contributed to philosophical literature and the fantasy genre, and have been considered by some critics to mark the beginning of the magic realist movement in 20th century Latin American literature.[4] His late poems converse with such cultural figures as Spinoza, Camões, and Virgil.
Born in Buenos Aires, Borges later moved with his family to Switzerland in 1914, where he studied at the Collège de Genève. The family travelled widely in Europe, including Spain. On his return to Argentina in 1921, Borges began publishing his poems and essays in surrealist literary journals. He also worked as a librarian and public lecturer. In 1955, he was appointed director of the National Public Library and professor of English Literature at the University of Buenos Aires. He became completely blind by the age of 55. Scholars have suggested that his progressive blindness helped him to create innovative literary symbols through imagination.[Note 1] By the 1960s, his work was translated and published widely in the United States and Europe. Borges himself was fluent in several languages.
In 1961, he came to international attention when he received the first Formentor Prize, which he shared with Samuel Beckett. In 1971, he won the Jerusalem Prize. His international reputation was consolidated in the 1960s, aided by his works being available in English, by the Latin American Boom and by the success of García Márquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude.[5] He dedicated his final work, The Conspirators, to the city of Geneva, Switzerland.[6] Writer and essayist J. M. Coetzee said of him: "He, more than anyone, renovated the language of fiction and thus opened the way to a remarkable generation of Spanish-American novelists.
MY FAVORITE LINE
AND THEN HE SAW THE ALEPH.
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