All Purls. No Swine.
Yesterday's Telegraph article, about the latest children's book to be given the "trigger warning" treatment, put me in mind of a post from several years in which I held forth on the usefulness of the books which we are now--apparently--too frightened to let our children read without first blighting their minds and prejudging their responses… Continue reading The Nattering Ninnies Come for Hillaire Belloc
I think back on my early childhood sometimes, and regard it as something of a miracle that I survived to adolescence, let alone adulthood. No child car seats. No seat belts. In fact, my fondest childhood "car" memory is of sitting on the front bench seat next to my Daddy, at about the age of… Continue reading Cautionary Tales, Both Imaginary and Real
Tom T. Hall died yesterday. While my contemporaries were listening to the addled, screeching, incoherent outpourings of the deranged, the dysfunctional, and the sex, drugs and rock-and-roll addicted contingent of my generation, I was here: https://youtu.be/pQAk-xYxvVo Don't like it? I don't really think I want to know you.