TO HAVE FORGOTTEN
YOUR B'DAY TRIBUTE !!!
WE CELEBRATE *50*
(AND THEN SOME)
Sincerely,
'L'
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
TO OUR RYAN CHRISTOPHER...on 6-24-2015
MUCH
LOVE, NOW AND ALWAYS;
MOM
and DAD...
Lara,
J.J., Jim, Richard and Robbie
REMEMBER: With age comes wisdom!
and many happy returns...
(time will surely tell, trust me!)
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
IN SUMMER, WHEN THE DAY HAS FLED:
A June Night - Poem by
Emma Lazarus
Ten o'clock: the broken moon
Hangs not
yet a half hour high,
Yellow as
a shield of brass,
In the
dewy air of June,
Poised
between the vaulted sky
And the
ocean's liquid glass.
Earth
lies in the shadow still;
Low black
bushes, trees, and lawn
Night's
ambrosial dews absorb;
Through
the foliage creeps a thrill,
Whispering
of yon spectral dawn
And the
hidden climbing orb.
Higher, higher, gathering light,
Veiling
with a golden gauze
All the
trembling atmosphere,
See, the
ray-less disk grows white!
Hark, the
glittering billows pause!
Faint, far sounds possess the ear.
Elves on
such a night as this
Spin
their rings upon the grass;
On the
beach the water-fay
Greets
her lover with a kiss;
Through
the air swift spirits pass,
Laugh, caress, and float away.
Shut thy
lids and thou shalt see
Angel
faces wreathed with light,
Mystic
forms long vanished hence.
Ah, too
fine, too rare, they be
For the
grosser mortal sight,
And they
foil our waking sense.
Yet we feel them floating near,
Know that
we are not alone,
Though
our open eyes behold
Nothing
save the moon's bright sphere,
In the
vacant heavens shown,
And the
ocean's path of gold.
June Nights -
Poem by Victor Marie Hugo
In summer, when day has fled,
The plain covered with flowers, pours out
From far away, an intoxicating scent;
Eyes shut, ears half open to noises,
We only half sleep in a transparent slumber.
The stars are purer, the shade seems pleasanter;
A hazy half-day colours the eternal dome;
And the sweet pale dawn awaiting her hour
Seems to wander all night at the bottom of the sky.
A hazy half-day colours the eternal dome;
And the sweet pale dawn awaiting her hour
Seems to wander all night at the bottom of the sky.
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
5-Letter Men: that's what I'd say...
TWO DIFFERENT MEN for upcoming discussion;
FIVE 'SIMPLE, ORDINARY LETTERS' TO EACH NAME:
In spite of his inauspicious
upbringing, "a Sicilian boy born into indisputable poverty", some
would opine that Mr. Capra truly represented the ultimate personification
of the American dream. As proof of this, he would go on to receive a life-time
achievement award in 1982. Capra’s films were said to be his "love letters"
to an idealized America – a cinematic landscape of his own invention. Some of
his more memorable quotes remain these:
That's
what I'd say
Sunday, May 17, 2015
THE END OF SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL ...
THE END
OF SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL ...
... can't say we
didn't see it coming, but it's anyone's guess how the very final episode will
draw its last breath (albeit a smoky one)
So
what transpired in the early 70s that might be featured? Wasn't this when the
finishing touches took place via the north tower of the World Trade Center?
Janis
Joplin died of a drug overdose that year, as well...
So we're out of the land of 'milk and honey' and now
"person to person"... is this a veiled reference to Judgment Day?
I guess we'll soon know after 10:00 P.M. finally rolls around
and MadMen gives up the ghost for good
(sigh!). Until then I simply can't
figure out that very last piece of the puzzle!!!
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