Posted in writing on July 23, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Winston Churchill, a combat veteran of World War I, once said words to the effect that there is nothing quite so thrilling to a man as the experience of being shot at in war . . . . and missed! In third place, right behind the one most obvious to healthy hummin’ beans, I add: [...]
Posted in arts, writing on July 23, 2008 | No Comments »
Bob Waldmire and I were “hailed fellows, well met” when we attended Springfield Junior College in the mid 60s. I don’t know anyone who has remained who he was then as he (orshe) is today. His dad, returned from WWII, invented what Springfieldians today call the Cozy Dog and founded The Cozy Dog Drive-In on [...]
Posted in thoughts, writing on July 21, 2008 | No Comments »
Because of a computer problem, I didn’t get my car to Brahler (car repair enterprise; good people) and like an idiot, when they offered to drive me home, I declined, saying it was close enough I could walk. It was only eight blocks. They’d determine the problem and give me an estimate.
My feet have been [...]
Posted in arts, writing on July 20, 2008 | No Comments »
I’ve got nothing to say.
People don’t listen anyway.
Let the loud and lame
Play their slam-jam game,
But I’ve got nothing to say.
Princes, queens and buffoons,
Snug in cozy cocoons,
Poetically inclineds
Murmer from their minds,
But I’ve got nothing to say.
Poets come and they go;
Write their names in the snow;
Scribe grand sagas on sand
In a changing land,
But I’ve got nothing to [...]
Posted in arts, writing on July 20, 2008 | No Comments »
With the first issue of the State Journal-Register delivered after I renewed my subscription Friday came news that Vivian Eveloff had died. The obituary was BLINDINGLY terse in its posting in print and at the SJ-R web site. This was no doubt the design of the family, not because Vivian Eveloff gave so little to [...]
Posted in politics, thoughts, writing on July 20, 2008 | No Comments »
I’m sure I speak for many male hummn’ beans when I say I HEAR YOU! Okay, I’m a writer for Pete’s sake (who the heck is Pete anyway?) and I know you know I’m not hearing you. I’m writing a frikking metaphor here. The metaphor is “hear is read.” If I wanted to say it [...]
Posted in arts, thoughts, writing on July 20, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Friday evening I received a call from a courteous young lady who began by addressing me as Mr. Conger and then asked if I’d like to subscribe again to the Illinois State Journal-Register. Before I could hem, haw and decline, she told me it was on sale for half price — SOLD! I told [...]
Posted in writing on July 19, 2008 | No Comments »
. . . . more accurately into the phone line. I’ll tell you where they come to earth when the publication hits the stands. Speaking of which, do you even KNOW what a news stand is? I wager if you’re younger than 50 you don’t. News stands were shed-like structures made of wood, placed usually [...]
Posted in thoughts, writing on July 18, 2008 | No Comments »
I doing dessert before the main course. Since arising today and toddling into the office about 7:45, I’ve trascribed data from index cards into an aviation history file to be posted at AeroKnow when it’s done, postponed a small Saturday gathering here because of the hot weather (I have no air conditioning except for a [...]
Posted in politics, writing on July 17, 2008 | No Comments »
Wednesday night, the Charlie Rose show on Springfield’s fine WSEC was garbled for the last five minutes of his super interview with The New Yorker Editor David Remnick. This is the 10th year with DR in that seat with TNY, and though CR had planned to devote most of it to a look back at [...]
