Hold on a moment please. Gonna walk around the block. Wearing warm long pants with pockets filled with tissues. One more sip of Folger's Instant Coffee. Then I will continue with my idea: THE ART OF CONVERSATION.
I used this photo for my Shaker Heights Alumni picture.
Okay I am back but I could not get in the house, so I asked Scott to open the door.
I.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAgdd2VqLVc
Grosse Fuge by Beethoven, can anything save him
We've talked about this before
Must he die before THE HOLY ONE
Blessed is He,
Gathers his bounty far and wide
And I, whose name feathers the ground
Far from Germany, and Alsace de Lorraine,
Steps lively on the Tic Tac Toe
Cement, or, if you're a Texan, like many
in my family, gone, Millard G Deming
an Arab named Joseph, who they threw
down a pit, and I marveled at the colors
of the azalea, pink as the light filtering
through a kitty-cat's ear.
II.
Slept through ALL THE PRESIDENTS MEN
Known as Watergate, Woodward and Bernstein
changing the course of our country
Pat Nixon, always the sad-eyed martyr
So play, Grosse Fuge, play
And have a drink of cool cool water
And hang out the colors blue and green, Ukraine
And watch Father and Daughter down the street
Play Catch.
III.
We missed the race. The weather was fine.
We had registered, even paid.
I could see my name and number
Across the forest-green lands
Where my trot - perhaps I was number 5 -
Made me and my partner proud.
Bob Dylan made up his own name.
You realize, of course, I am grabbing these images from the Internet.
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