kids are wild things, crowned teacher is max

masked man

Halloween Wants You!

nice bridge

Tonight I'm going back to my old school to a memorial for a professor who was more a mentor to me than anyone else, and then we were friends, though we weren't in much contact, but here and there, over two decades.  I've been asked to speak and am honored to do so, but feeling the weight of it.  Anyway, nice bridge ay?  Yesterday we went to the flee market they hold under this thing on Sundays.  Man they got some good eats there, by the way.  Many strange and misplaced matters, historical widgets and lost lots.  Love bright sunlight on bric-a-braque ephemera. 

fall under the bridge

Autumn was blowing the willow around under the Brooklyn Bridge today, which was Sunday.

Yes He Does

I've been encouraged to blog.  But which of this basket of thoughts to uncrinkle?  

Praps I'll just say I've been defending Obama's peace prize these last few days (in facebook status and casual convo), and except for all the thanks it is a thankless job.  I don't usually bother weighing in on things (beyond buddies and 'book), but I can't help saying I think all this nope saying is the contempt of familiarity.  

Every year they go in the room and try to pick a name of somebody who that year made the world peacier.   It's supposed to go to someone who is fighting the fight that most people were saying can't be fought and changing the faces to maybe.  

Sue me, I say Yes He Does.