Category: son
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the four green fields blog5: a poet’s grave
[A roadside flower, ready to spread it’s seed. Co Sligo, Ireland. Photo is mine.] When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; ~~from When You are…
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Coal For Christmas
[Another year. Another Christmas. I republish this every holiday season with a tweak here and there. This story is true and I am passing it down to new readers and my two children and my grandson. Every story from our own lives or the lives of those we once loved…every story is worth telling. There…
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Flairgate
The pen is mightier than the sword, and considerably easier to write with. ~~Anon I found myself propped up in bed this very morning, earlier than usual due to my extreme level of anxiety in anticipation of our upcoming trip to Europe and points beyond. After a quarter of a glass of Cold Brew, and…
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yes I said yes I will Yes.
[James Joyce. Source: Google Search.] Yes, I’m perfectly aware that the title I’ve chosen for this blog is the final sentence in the wondrous novel, Ulysses. Written by James Joyce (shown above) and considered one of the most seminal books of the 20th century. I am also aware that the quote is from Molly Bloom’s…
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Dark Odds Indeed
[The Nobel Laureate. Robert Zimmerman, aka Bob Dylan. Source: Google Search.] Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth. ~~Henry David Thoreau Bob Dylan, American singer and songwriter, will be eighty-three years old on May 24. As I write this I realize that that’s old. True, not old to many people who are…
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My Premonitions?
“If we learn nothing else from this tragedy, we learn that life is short and there is no time for hate.” ~~Sandy Dahl, wife of United Flight 93 pilot, Jason Dahl [Split images. Photo: New York Times.] The memory of that Tuesday morning is still very clear in my mind. That crisp autumn-like day when…
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My Day at Coney Island
[The Luna Park Icon. Photo: Google search.] It wasn’t a humid heat or a muggy heat. Nor was it a roiling heat or a smoldering heat. It was a seething heat, like a kettle of water about to boil. It was so hot, my fillings softened. It was so hot the sweat glands on my…
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My AI Birthday Wish to My Son
Sometimes when I need a miracle, I look into my son’s eyes, and realize I’ve already created one. –Anon What follows is an AI generated birthday wish for my son, Brian. I fed suggestions into ChatGBT that included Ireland and his future projects. I have edited it slightly to eliminate places in Ireland he has…
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My 600th Blog: Lat. 24 N./Long. 81 W.
[Ernest Hemingway’s typewriter. Located at the Hemingway House Museum, Key West, Florida. Photo is mine.] Today is only one day in all the days that will ever be. ~~Ernest Hemingway I am sitting in the air-conditioned Monroe Country Public Library (Key West Branch). It’s quiet, cool and has a WiFi that takes no prisoners. I…
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Paradise Lost
[Sculpture from the MET. Photo is mine. Sadly, I failed to record the sculptor.] No matter where you’re going it’s the wrong place. ~ ~Tobe Hooper [BEFORE YOU CONTINUE: This blog post is not, in any way, an attempt to denigrate any staff, employees or anyone else who made every effort to make our short…
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