Tag: Clinton

PARTYING WITH THE CLINTON FAMILY

Back in 1993, a lifetime ago when our world was different, we were different. Whatever future we had in mind, I think we didn't imagine the one in which we find ourselves. It had been a hard year. Licking our collective and individual wounds, Garry and I wobbled tentatively into summer. Our first long vacation … Continue reading PARTYING WITH THE CLINTON FAMILY

PARTYING WITH A PRESIDENT AND FAMILY

Back in 1993, a lifetime ago when our world was different, we were different too. Whatever future we had in mind, I think we didn't imagine the one in which we find ourselves. It had been a hard year. Licking our collective and individual wounds, Garry and I wobbled tentatively into summer. Our first long … Continue reading PARTYING WITH A PRESIDENT AND FAMILY

EPHEMERAL AND FRAGILE – WORLD ON THE EDGE

Just about 8 weeks ago, The Daily Post's "word du jour" was "frail," I wrote about it. Today, the word is "fragile." Call me crazy, but the two are pretty much the same. English contains millions of words. So you guys and gals in the "Daily Post" central office? I'm pretty sure that there's no reason … Continue reading EPHEMERAL AND FRAGILE – WORLD ON THE EDGE

BLOW YE WINDS

The wind out of Cleveland stank. It was a dark, hot wind full of pollutants. It left everything it touched covered with soot and grit. The Man-Who-Would-Be-King, or as Garry calls him "Orange Head," was a mighty wind. Warning us all that we live in a dreadful, dangerous country and have everything to fear, including … Continue reading BLOW YE WINDS

NOW WE ARE FRAIL

To say this political year in the U.S. has been upsetting hardly begins to cover the range of emotions it has engendered. Beyond these borders, the world has gone from its usual level of whacked to incomprehensible, at least to me. I'm personally suffering from "mad bomber overload" among many other maladies that as yet don't have … Continue reading NOW WE ARE FRAIL

MEETING A PRESIDENT

Back in 1993, a lifetime ago, our world was different. We were different. Whatever future we had in mind, I think we didn't imagine the one in which we find ourselves. It had been a hard year. Licking our collective and individual wounds, Garry and I wobbled tentatively into summer. Our first long vacation at … Continue reading MEETING A PRESIDENT