May 31, 2018
If you're for it, so am I.
It's possible. [Which is a good response to the pesky questions about my past that may arise.]
First 10 people to answer are guaranteed an ambassadorship.
May 30, 2018
Tommy's Friendly Grocery was the scene of me getting dumped by my first "boyfriend," Bart. (Not to be confused with the first boy I kissed, when we were lining up for kindergarten—I loved Michael S. because when he went out in the sun in the summer, he got deep dark the first day; this impressed me no end!) (more…)
May 29, 2018
I always thought it was gradual but it turns out there's a day with your name on it. You can duck it for a long time but then your day arrives. I'll remember it because it's my friend's birthday (also JFK's). (more…)
May 28, 2018
~ Jean Rhys
This might be my favorite quote ever. It totally gives me a place, no matter where or what or why.
May 27, 2018
May 25, 2018
It was a pretty nice night—wonderful work from the young poet Tony Iantosca, & an interesting jam from musicians that included Eddie Berrigan, who I had dinner with beforehand. The day was gorgeous, too.
May 24, 2018
I was a good sleeper till Johnny made me aware of him every minute.
May 23, 2018
And early to understand the usefulness of a concocted quote. We wrote that, the few of us "radicals" who were at the meeting, but I was the only one who would put my name to it. "My parents would kill me" is what I remember everyone else saying. After this article came out in the Argus, I got hate & "turn to Jesus" mail from around the state.
I remember around the same time going door to door in a driving rainstorm trying to get people to sign a petition to free? reconsider? Thomas White Hawk, in the state penitentiary for murder. People were very polite to a bedraggled baby-faced teen but no one signed.
So many memories of my early activism. A girl in my class who declared that all the Indians were drunk. "And don't think I'm prejudiced. I'm not—it's true." A fund-raising walk (for Indians from South Dakota and India, if I recall correctly) I organized and walked the whole route in—on crutches. Sneaking out with my boyfriend Ken to drive to Vermilion to hear Julian Bond. (more…)
May 22, 2018
May 18, 2018
I once understood mortality to mean that life wasn't long enough for me to ever read Ivanhoe. (more…)
May 17, 2018
"Two," I said.
"Do you want one?"
I did indeed.
Joe lives near Vancouver, Canada, where he is currently in IT but is in NY for a couple of months to learn bread-making. He walks home every day distributing the loaves he's made during the day. A happy man making others happy.
May 16, 2018
The flower girl was stoic, the ring bearer reluctant, the marriage went fine.
I'd never seen anyone jump the broom before.
May 15, 2018
So clear & dry, I didn't wheeze the whole time I was in New Mexico.
Did the people of the pueblos have any idea that their homes would be abandoned? Do I believe that one day people will stare at the ruins of Manhattan & not believe the population estimates? ("It says here that over a million people lived on this one island. Ha.") I know it's true but it's hard to fathom.
I think there are the people who see something different—for both Mark and me as small children it was Albuquerque's Indians, sitting outside La Placita on blankets, selling turquoise jewelry—and feel the world get bigger & more compelling, imagining themselves as part of that bigger world. And some folks already know their place & don't have any desire or intention to see where they might fit differently—the world is other. I guess you are (more…)
May 14, 2018
~ John Keats (more…)
May 13, 2018
To never have heard of Alabama Av
Or that there was an Alabama Av stop.
I was homesick for somewhere else.
May 11, 2018
But the real reason I went was to be able to have as long a conversation as I needed with my old friend Mark. I feel like Tietjens in Parade's End saying the reason you get married is to be able to finish a conversation. Phone just isn't enough.
In that regard, it was the (more…)
May 10, 2018
I love the close harmonies of old country blues singers, in particular brother acts like the Blue Sky Boys, the Louvins, the early Everly Brothers. The way these siblings sing together is sometimes called blood harmony.
In a way, you could think of Michael Lally as being in blood harmony with the whole world—the (more…)
May 9, 2018
If I had 3 hours to write your birthday poem
it would take that long,
If I had 3 years I couldn't say enough,
If I had 3 $ million I would buy you a radio station,
& a snowstorm. (more…)
May 6, 2018
May 4, 2018
Here's the text:
The French forces that occupied Mexico were bitterly defeated on May 5, 1862, in the battle of Puebla. They nevertheless captured the capital and Napoleon III imposed Austrian Archduke Ferdinand Maximilian of Hapsburg as emperor of Mexico. While leading the resistance to the victory that restored Mexican sovereignty in 1867, President Benito Juarez sent his wife Margarita Maza de Juarez to New York, where she lived, from 1864 to 1867, in a house that once occupied this site.
Since I leave off blogging on Saturdays, I can't post this on the 5th. A day ahead will have to do.
May 3, 2018
However, an academic named Arthur Asa Berger sees toast as a "miniature stage on which the homogenization and industrialization of the United States is played." He sees the toaster as a sign of the end days for American bread and even diversity. (more…)
May 2, 2018
May 1, 2018
He paused, posed, & said: It's no coincidence there's always a contractor's truck parked out front. Think about it.
He tipped his cap & went back to work.