Just woke up now after watching the last half hour of PBS American Experience on
Who goes? And who gets left behind?
Film Description
April, 1975. During the chaotic final days of the American
involvement in the Vietnam War, as the North Vietnamese Army closed in
on Saigon, South Vietnamese resistance crumbled. City after city and
village after village fell to the North while the U.S. diplomats and
military operatives still in the country contemplated withdrawal.
With
the lives of thousands of South Vietnamese hanging in the balance, those
in control faced an impossible decision—who would go and who would be
left behind to face brutality, imprisonment, or even death.
IN MY DREAM I thought I was partially responsible for getting Americans and South Vietnamese out of the country.
The film was made by:
Rory Elizabeth Katherine Kennedy (born December 12, 1968) is an American documentary
filmmaker, and youngest child of
U.S. Senator Robert Francis "Bobby" Kennedy and
Ethel Kennedy.
Although her father was assassinated before she was born, Kennedy
consciously relates to his philanthropic mission, and her core activity
is the making of documentary films that centre on social issues.
These
include addiction, nuclear radiation, the treatment of prisoners-of-war,
and the politics of the Mexican border-fence, and her films have been
featured on many TV networks.
It was to her wedding that her cousin John F. Kennedy, Jr., his wife, and his sister-in-law were flying when they were killed in a plane crash.
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Wanted a Guest Speaker for our May 16 meeting. We wanted a birder. I'd emailed a woman named Kathy and was sure I'd hear from her.
When I didn't, I thought, Hmmm, who might I get? Actually, tho, Kathy did respond but she moved far away.
I got the best, the very best!
Ruth Pfeffer. Or as Scott said, Ruth Feather.
She is never home so I was lucky to get her. I'd seen her at PERT - Pennypack Ecological Restoration Trust. Once you see her, you never forget her.
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Friday night at 7 pm was the Lynn Levin Poetry Reading at the Huntingdon Valley Library.
I printed out about 5 poems. At the last minute, I changed into "leggings" and decided I must write a poem about it.
A woman named Brenda was positive I wrote it bc of the recent decree that certain passengers are not allowed to wear leggings on a certain airline. I'd never heard
that story before.
Brenda had memorized various poems in the fifth grade at the behest of her teacher and recited one for us.
A woman named Robin read some previously published poems including one by Billy Collins about great years, such as good ole 1595. It was clever and hilarious.
We had a great turnout of the folks from Lynn's narrative poetry class.
This is from another poetry reading. Elijah and Beatriz at Weinrich's Bakery.
The librarian, Sharon, made a nice little party for us with delicious 'bought cookies" and coffee. I drank some hot decaf, knowing I'd most likely be able to fall asleep when I got home, which I did.
So I'm driving there down Terwood Road. It takes about 18 minutes. Then I see the bridge to Bryn Athyn is out. "Follow detour signs to Fetters Mill Road."
There's only one sign. OMG, how will I ever find it. Can't even remember now what I did but thankfully I got there.
Very few cars in the parking lot. Oh no! Did I screw up again? Was it Friday night?
Yesterday, I thought I had a doctor's appointment and drove all the way to the Executive Mews, only to learn the appointment is on Monday.
This is me. It's something I do upon occasion. It's not cuz I'm old or forgetful, tho I am old and forgetful.
Linda Barrett read some amazing poems. She brought her mom, Jane. Something about getting a Ferrari key chain and driving it over the words of a poem, stopping at a period.
She just won $100 from the Montgomery County Community College Writer's Contest for her third place short story. I won NOTHING.
Should I "like" the official Ferrari page on FB?
Lynn Levin is leaving on May 11 for Ecuador. She'll visit the Galapagos and the Amazon.
She'll teach anudder class in July.
Someone, was it YOU, Robin? read a poem by
Linda Pastan, born in 1932.
The moment I got home - and I easily found my way home - I went for a walk down the street in the dark to ward off the carbs in the cookies. Walked in my new beloved clogs.
Here's my poem on Leggings:
I JUST DISCOVERED LEGGINGS
Layla's leggins will be
delivered
to my house in an unmarked
package
Not that I wanna look like
my
daughter in law, but the
leggings
hide everything beneath
them
Fat? Not I, the leggings,
tho
feathery light, have the
keen
ability to hide the
fat mottled thighs
the flabby tummy, filled
now
with spaghetti and Paul
Newman
tomato sauce
They hide my third kidney
safe in a pocket on my
right side where you'd
keep your money belt
were you traveling to
Amsterdam with Rick Steves
My daughter donated it
and the two of us are
still alive, I spoke
to her tonight in
Brooklyn where she
looks out the window
at her garden
as I look out
upon mine.
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LIFETIME
ACHIEVEMENT AWARDS
I awoke
to applause
and they
were giving out
awards to
the music of
our lives
Linda
Ronstadt, John Cage,
Herbie
Hancock, I would
fall back
to sleep, and
awake to
Ruth Brown -
many were
deceased or
disabled
and could no
longer sing
I lifted
my voice to
"When you
Want Somebody
to Love,"
not in a
psychedelic
trance
like back
at the
Fillmore
West and
There she
was! Tall
blue hat,
standing straight
as a pin
oak, beloved
by all,
but Nixon
Let's
hear it for Jefferson
Airplane.
Jorma and Casady
strutted
onstage, Jorma
straighfaced
while Jack
did the
pliees of a Johnny
B Goode,
A
stand-in for Gracie belted
out a
number as I thought
There's
still time
still
time
to be a
rock and roll star
When I
rolled out of bed
I looked
out the window
Yes the
world is still
there, I
am too, and
thought
of giving out
a
Lifetime Achievement
to the
Lord for all the
world's
finery
Niagara, Grand Canyon,
Cliffs of
Dover, Victoria
Falls
but that
can wait till
later.
Rock stars,
after
all, need to
eat. Another
cheese
omelet,
coming up!
even
better than Daddypop's.
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Happy Birthday Daddy!
Today you are 95 years old.
But YOU are never old with that
inquiring mind of yours, interested
in everything. Would you have
an iPhone today? Of course! And
look, you'd be texting us what
you and Mommy will do today.
Exercises first as the therapists
come out to the house. Bad backs run
in the family. And then -
your favorite things - shopping
and eating.
Ellen would drive you to the Willow Grove mall.
You'd both use fancy wooden canes to
navigate as you window-shopped and
heard the bell chimes ring.
Meantime at home, Ruthie and Donna
would prepare the healthy meal - an
everything salad - Lynn would bring her
pineapple bread pudding - and for dessert
Tanner's ice cream - thanks for picking it up, Lynn -
vanilla with unsalted Planter's peanuts
on top and Hershey's chocolate syrup.
So you see, unforgettable Dad that you are,
we'll always remember you, even as years go by,
quickly as the fast-moving clouds pass by
- look! there's one that looks like a baby
elephant -
for you're the one and only,
the one and only DAD.
Dad Dad Dad Dad Dad Dad Dad!
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Lynnie responded she'd bring some Tavener's Drops.
In the organic aisle I found these steel-cut quick cooking oats - three minutes. I should add a couple tablespoons of peanut butter to the oats which should balance me out.
These snack packs are balanced. I had two of them this afternoon. Delicious but VERY SALTY. Me no like very salty. Not good for you.
No, no, thank you anyway, Don and Melania, I don't eat chips. What else do you have?
Oh! Liverwurst! I love liverwurst on this new special bread Mary Ann introduced us to. Thinly sliced. Scott and I had it for dinner. 
