Something is going to happen. That’s the title of a poem by Robert Penn Warren. About a lifetime ago, I performed that poem for schoolkids all up and down the eastern seaboarad … over and over and over … cafetoriums and multi-purpose rooms and gymnasiums. … Something is bound to happen on a day like […]
I’m thinking about getting something ornamental to sit out in the hall beside my door. Many of the residents here have decorated their entrances, so there’s plenty of precedent. Wreaths, lawn ornaments, potted plants. Tasteful for the most part. Except for the concrete rabbit with the pink glitter eyes that mercifully disappeared a few days […]
Some friends and I went out of town today for an afternoon of theater. My curiosity satisfied, I took a walk at intermission and failed to make it back in time for the second act. Instead I toured the town peeking in shop windows and reading inscriptions. I found a time capsule slated for exhumation […]
