School, 1972 Revisited (50 Years After): Haiku # 7


Old childhood picture Yellowed, dogeared, still treasured Past heartaches return

Tempus Fugit – 1972 Edition, or: Musings on the Ephemeral, Imperfect, and Malleable Nature of Memory


“Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.” ― Guy de Maupassant As the Dog Days of Summer 2022 near their finale – they began on Sunday, July 3, and will end on Thursday – I am struck by the concepts of memory, howContinue reading “Tempus Fugit – 1972 Edition, or: Musings on the Ephemeral, Imperfect, and Malleable Nature of Memory”

Musings & Thoughts for Saturday, June 5, 2021, or: Broken Traditions, Lost Songbooks and the Persistence of Memory (and Grudges)


Hi, there, Dear Reader. It’s early afternoon here in New Hometown, Florida on Saturday, June 5, 2021. It is a hot summery day; the current temperature is 87˚F (30˚C) under sunny skies. With humidity at 55% and the wind blowing from the south-southeast at 9 MPH (14 KM/H), the heat index is 94˚F (34˚C). Today’sContinue reading “Musings & Thoughts for Saturday, June 5, 2021, or: Broken Traditions, Lost Songbooks and the Persistence of Memory (and Grudges)”