All Purls. No Swine.
I turn 81 in a few days and I intend to spend my remaining time looking at beautiful things, starting with my wife, and enjoying music and comedy and theater and the writing of writers who make me happy. It isn't what they taught me at the University of Minnesota. They hung T.S. Eliot's "The… Continue reading Recovering From “Garrison Keillor Disease”
Trigger Warning (don’t say I didn’t warn you)–I am about to quote (and praise) Garrison Keillor. Some background: When (in the terms some like to put it) Mr. She’s and my “love was young,” we found ourselves living in the low-rent district in Pittsburgh’s Mt. Washington (the high-rent district of which was populated by industrial… Continue reading In Praise of Small Talk