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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Good Grief, Goes Gnome


This is a photo of one of the fellows with whom I share my crop of pecans every year. Since we had a bumper crop this year, we had enough to take to Jean and Jack, who nibble on pecans every day for breakfast.


A large monument marks the original resting place of long gone -- but never forgotten -- cousin William.


The marker for an unknown departed seemed especially thought-provoking.


Good Grief! Not sellable, and so I remain the proud owner of this thing. No one wanted it as much as I do, and it reflected in the final amount at the auction: Not even close to its Blue Book value, which is the least I expected. Fine, I'll keep it in my garage and I will do so gladly, for surely I have better business sense than to let go of this car for a pittance.
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Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.