Again, I’ve had no free time for writing today — I’ve been very busy with work, and meanwhile the lovely Nina and I are busy preparing our modest brownstone for a major construction project that begins in just a few days. So for tonight, a repost of some old items:
A reminiscence of my salad days on the CNJ.
Some thoughts about public discourse.
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And just where exactly is that beaner guy… what’s his name, uhm… er…
Oh!
Norm Abrahamson of Nantucket. Of This Old House fame.
Oooh boy. You realize Malcolm, The Big Henry ain’t never gonna accept Norm as the norm.
(Well. … Maybe. Henry [until now] hasn’t realized he shares a name with me. But then.)
Chaim JK
When the moon hits you eye, lika bigga pizza pie …
I like it: the pun; the post; the pizza.
JK,
Once again, I don’t know what the heck you’re talking about, but that’s OK …
L’Chaim, bro.
[“L’Chaim” is the most common Jewish drink toast meaning “To Life”; though some would say it means “To Henry”!]
Why thank you Henry. But I’ll have to put off tossing back today. Last night I received a visit which was not poetry. Feller reminded me of Charles Babbage actually.
http://www.lettersofnote.com/2012/09/the-vision-of-sin.html
Sounds ominous, JK. Hope all is well …
Just to raise the discussion level a bit — here is a link to 19 of the most eloquent pages I have come across in a long time. From — who else — Thomas Sowell.
http://www.tsowell.com/images/Hoover%20Proof.pdf