First, a fact du jour, courtesy of Barry Tempest: “‘Stewardess’ is the longest word knowledgeable typists can type with only their left hands.” If thinking is not a reprehensible betrayal of the American way to you (as it is to many Republikkers) consider a minor point about the fact shared: Most folks would have written ” . . . can only type with their left hands.” That’s true for good people who don’t take pride in communicating well and for those hoo doo; particularly radio and TV read-alouders. My bet is that most people can do more with their left hands than “only type.”
It’s been a decent September so far. Soon after purchasing $5.01 of 87 octane from the nearest fuel station (liquid deposited into tank in pre-gaseous state as when beginning a lunch of chili with lots of chopped onions) and grocery shopping so I could feed Thelonius Dog and Slick Richard their first full meal deal in three days, I drove to a park to take pictures for mon deadline assignment. All I can tell you is that involved tennis, I was delighted to meet a dad and dau who consented to my photographing them, and the results following processing on my ‘om’ computer about knocked me out of my chair! I can tell you what a superb camera my Canon is; a joy to be holding at Court #1. The pain is that I can’t share any of the pictures with you. You’ll have to wait to see maybe one of them after the article goes to press. Without contacting and obtaining permission from the people photographed I won’t be able to share pictures taken there but not published either. You know something? That’s okay for the same reason someone stealing one of my poems is okay: my best work is ahead of me. What a terrific time it was on a sunny Sunday! So, hey, if you play tennis and want some nifty pictures in trade for lunch or dinner; pictures I can share here and perhaps in print, drop an e my whey, as Little Miss Muffet might say.
The rest of Sunday was spent writing except for time out to watch the Saturday Night Live restrospective on NBC. I may be unable to pay my real estate taxes because no one wants to pay me what I will owe Sangamon County in a few days, but in the meantime, I am thriving in my element which is journalism and photography, and no, they aren’t the same.
Finished the day Sunday at half past midnight after writing most of the afternoon and evening. Sent more into esteemed ed. this morning and am making calls, interviewing (I hope) and writing the rest of today, manana and probably the dayo, me say dayo after. And that’s perfectly okay with me.
For the first time in a few weeks, I watched p;art of a Charlie Rose repeat on WSEC today at noon. If you don’t know Ted Sorenson (former speechwriter for John F. Kennedy) you should. He is brilliant, a terrific speaker and knows better than to only type with his left hand.
Happy union label Labor Day! If you don’t believe it’s a union label day, listen to who’s doing most of the talking, and you will know then. Bless them every one!
Live long . . . . and proper.
