Bang the Drum Slowly . . .
S’up? Okay, my attempts at sporting raffish airs and graces may come up more than a little short, but I mean well. Therefore, one will find “S’up?” and “Yo'” and “Hail Fellow, Well Met!” sprinkled all about my articles, tempering the moods and demonstrating my hipster swell-ness. That might be sweltering hip-ness, but it...
Guido
I was sitting in my living room the other day, watching The Godfather and sipping a yummy Cabernet, (both courtesy of the talented Coppola family, thank you very much), when my somewhat ponderous, Ponderosa-sized son-in-law, Guido, lumbered in. And speaking of lumber, a chunk of Pennsylvania’s finest hickory was clenched in his large, right...
No Regrets?
To the best of my knowledge, I’ve just entered the sixth decade of my existence. (I say it’s to the best of my knowledge because it’s all I recognize. Whether or not this is just one more episode of reincarnation, or my actual beginning, has no bearing on the topic of this article....
Tweetle Dee Dee
I sent an email to my eldest daughter a couple of years back, in which I made a short complaint about tweets and such. I treasure the skillful use of words, and fairly despise the notion of everyday correspondence becoming abbreviated to the point of bland and blathered meaninglessness. In this vein, a tweeted conversation...
Them That’s Got
Billie Holliday and Arthur Herzog, Jr. wrote a beautiful song in 1939: “God Bless the Child“. My first (and best) introduction to the piece was in 1969, when I first heard it played by Blood, Sweat & Tears. It still rocks. Them that’s got, shall get. Them that’s not, shall lose. The drift of...
