Saturday, December 30, 2017

My Lagan Love


Where Lagan stream sings lullaby
There blows a lily fair
The twilight gleam is in her eye
The night is on her hair
And like a love-sick lennan-shee
She has my heart in thrall
Nor life I owe nor liberty
For love is lord of all.

And sometimes when the beetle's horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto her shielding lorn
And through the dooring peep.
There on the cricket's singing stone,
She spares the bogwood fire,
And hums in sad sweet undertones
The song of heart's desire

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Monday, December 25, 2017

Saturday, December 23, 2017

Friday, December 22, 2017

Hill's Corners

I once moved into an apartment a few doors down from a retirement home.  Every morning at 10, I watched from my window an old man walking around the block. One day I introduced myself, and we began walking regularly together, and we became friends.

I hadn’t seen the old New England shipbuilder for a while, and when I finally ran into him on the sidewalk he was crying. He said that he couldn’t remember my name, and he didn’t want me to think badly of him. Dementia was obviously setting in.

I asked him to sit with me on the bench nearby, where I told him not to worry, as I was sure he knew my name, but just couldn’t recall it.  I also said that the day may come when he couldn’t remember me at all, and I would still consider him my friend because our real friendship was of spirit.

A broad smile appeared on his face, and his eyes twinkled through his tears, and he said to me: “Thanks, Joe.”

We had a great laugh.

Thursday, December 21, 2017

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Monday, December 18, 2017

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Sam Ewing

Sam Ewing recording a commercial from his copy.  He was known as "One take Sam".

Tuesday, December 12, 2017


Look how valiantly the people of  брянск defended their homeland!

Saturday, December 9, 2017