A few weeks ago, I posted a review of a biography of John Keats, so it only seemed right that I follow that up with a Keats poem. I stood tip-toe is one that enchanted me, at least in its initial stanza. It is very long, as if once started Keats could not stop thinking of all the delights that could be found in his own surroundings. Read more about I Stood Tiptoe
Once upon a time there lived four little children named Martha, Little Joanie, Johnny, and Barbara. They lived in Badger, Iowa, a little town of 300 Norwegian farmers. Here they are sitting on the curb in front of Little Joanie and Barbara’s daddy’s second hand truck that he used to haul stuff to put in his corner grocery store. Read more about A Long Time Ago
Jerry Converse
A couple of weeks ago, I got word that Jerry Converse had died. No word on where or how. I like to think it was with a bong by his side and a smile on his lips. Much like our Jerry of legend is said to have gone. With the smile, at any rate. Read more about Jerry Converse
This is me on my boyfriend Steve’s Harley, a Sportster, just before taking off on our grand adventure from the Midwest to Seattle, Washington in 1979, the year we had both graduated from college. I graduated at 36, while he was about 13 years younger, but nevermind. Off we went. Which we had no business doing on a Sportster. Read more about Biker Girl I
There was the time Jack helped Richard and I move out of our apartment. We had a balcony running the length of the place that hung over parking spaces that backed onto the alley. The guys were running boxes of this and that, stereo equipment, bits of furniture – you know. All that kind of stuff.
Who Has Seen the Wind?
By
Christina Rossetti
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through
.
Read more about Windy>Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.
It's 1993 and I'm turning 50. Pat and Kerin Lewis threw me a stellar birthday party, too. But wait. That's wrong. They did throw me a stellar birthday party, but it was also a New Year's Eve party AND a wedding anniversary party. Read more about Doing the Holiday Rag
You Moist Remember This
by Tom Robbins is a paean to the Pacific Northwest that I embrace with all my heart.
I'm here for the weather. Read more about I'm Here For the Weather
Work History II
1964-66
By 1964, I was living in an apartment in Chicago with the man I would soon marry, Christopher’s father, and working as a PR secy/asst. at Fine Hardwoods, down on Michigan Avenue. Read more about Toasted in Chicago
