Two score and two years ago. Yes, it was that important that I can invoke the memory of the Gettysburg Address, one of the finest speeches ever made. I met Sam 42 years ago. He was a young man then (and I was a kid).
Continue reading The Ides of March- plus 2
By the time you read this, my birthday will have passed. 9 September. And, as I reported before, I’m now part of the older populations. And, yes, my bones do creak- but only loud enough to be heard if you are contiguous to me.
Continue reading Another one bites the dust…