Monday, September 30, 2013

Collecting Quotations



On and off for many years now, I’ve been collecting quotations that I like, like this one from Eleanor Roosevelt I saw recently in a magazine:  “You wouldn’t worry so much about what others think of you if you realized how seldom they do.”  Nice.  It put me in mind of one by Susan Sontag:  “I envy paranoids.  They actually think people are paying attention to them.”
In no special order, here are others, some serious, some humorous, that I like very much.

“I am glad of a day when I know what I want to do in it.”  Ralph Waldo Emerson

“To make a goal of comfort or happiness has never appealed to me.” Albert Einstein

“Truth is the offspring of silence and meditation.”  Isaac Newton

"If there is no wind, row."  Latin proverb

“I am still learning.”  Michelangelo

"To live long, it is necessary to live slowly."  Cicero

“Consummate politeness is not the right tonic for an emotional collapse.”  Joseph Conrad, Victory

"Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose."  Mary Shelley

“Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.”  Horace Mann

“Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow cycles of nature, is a help.  Gardening is an instrument of grace.”  May Sarton

“Don’t be afraid of missing opportunities.  Behind every failure is an opportunity somebody wishes they had missed.”  Lily Tomlin

“Anyone can carry his burden, however hard, until nightfall.  Anyone can do his work, however hard, for one day.”  Robert Louis Stevenson

“A satisfactory life cannot repeat itself too often.”  Mark Van Doren

“The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook.”  William James
         
“The average man, who does not know what to do with this life, wants another one which shall last forever.”  Anatole France

“Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.”  Theodore Roosevelt

“The most radical revolutionary will become a conservative the day after the revolution.”  Hannah Arendt

“The thought of suicide is a great consolation:  with the help of it one has got through many a bad night.”  Friedrich Nietzsche 

“'Be yourself' is about the worst advice you can give to some people.  Anonymous

"The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits."  Albert Einstein 

Three from Mark Twain. . .

“If you don't read the newspaper you are uninformed, if you do read the newspaper you are misinformed.” 

“No man's life, liberty, or property is safe while the legislature is in session.” 

“The only difference between a tax man and a taxidermist is that the taxidermist leaves the skin.” 

One from Bishop Desmond Tutu. . .

“When the white missionaries came to Africa, they had the Bible and we had the land.  They said, ‘Let us pray.’  We closed our eyes.  When we opened them, we had the Bible and they had the land.”

Seven from Thomas Edison. . .

“The chief function of the body is to carry the brain around.”

“I have not failed.  I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.”

“You will have many opportunities in life to keep your mouth shut.  You should take advantage of every one of them.”

“Everything comes to him who hustles while he waits.”

“Show me a thoroughly satisfied man and I will show you a failure.”

“To invent you need a good imagination and a pile of junk.”

“I pity the man without a purpose in life.”

Three from Henry Ford. . .

“One of the greatest discoveries a man makes is to find he can do what he was afraid he couldn’t do.”

“Anyone who stops learning is old, whether at twenty or eighty.  Anyone who keeps learning stays young.”

“It has been my observation that most people get ahead during the time that others waste.”

The Genius of Oscar Wilde. . .

“I have always been of the opinion that consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.”

“The only form of fiction in which real characters do not seem out of place is history.”

“Prayer must never be answered:  if it is, it ceases to be prayer and becomes correspondence.”

“Missionaries, my dear!  Don’t you realize that missionaries are the divinely provided food for destitute and underfed cannibals?  Whenever they are on the brink of starvation, Heaven in its infinite mercy sends them a nice plump missionary.”

“Mr. _______ is determined to show that, if he has not got genius, he can at least be dull.”

“As a writer, he has mastered everything except language.”

“You forget that a thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.”

“Education is an admirable thing.  But it is well to remember that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.”


“Anybody can make history.  Only a great man can write it.”

“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person.  Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.”

“There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.  Books are well written, or badly written.  That is all.”

“Work is the curse of the drinking classes of this country.”


“To recommend thrift to the poor is both grotesque and insulting.  It is like advising a man who is starving to eat less.”

“Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover, when it is too late, that the only thing one never regrets are one’s mistakes.”

“The things one feels absolutely certain about are never true.  That is the fatality of Faith.”

“One can live for years sometimes without living at all, and then all life comes crowding into one single hour.”

“I hate vulgar realism in literature.  The man who could call a spade a spade should be compelled to use one.”

“One should always be in love.  That is the reason one should never marry.”

“Men always want to be a woman’s first love; women want to be a man’s last romance.”

“One needs misfortune to live happily.”

“I can resist anything but temptation.”

“Moderation is fatal.  Nothing succeeds like excess.”

The Quotable Robert Heinlein. . .

“There is no conclusive evidence of life after death—but there is no evidence of any sort against it.  Soon enough you will know, so why fret over it?”

“If you don’t like yourself, you can’t like other people.”

“A motion to adjourn is always in order.”

“Money is a powerful aphrodisiac.  But flowers work almost as well. “

“One man’s theology is another man’s belly laugh.”

“Men rarely (if ever) manage to dream up a god superior to themselves.  Most gods have the manners and morals of a spoiled child.”

“A poet who reads his verse in public may have other nasty habits.”

“Democracy is based on the assumption that a million men are wiser than one man.  How’s that again?  I missed something.”

“Everything in excess!  To enjoy the flavor of life, take big bites.  Moderation is for monks.”

“The most preposterous notion that H. sapiens has ever dreamed up is that the Lord God of Creation, Shaper and Ruler of all the Universe, wants the saccharine adoration of his creatures, can be swayed by their prayers, and becomes petulant if He does not receive this flattery.  Yet this absurd fantasy, without a shred of evidence to bolster it, pays all the expenses of the oldest, largest, and least productive industry in all history, organized religion.”

“The second most preposterous notion is that copulation in inherently sinful.”

“A woman is not property and husbands who think otherwise are living in a dream world.”

“If you happen to be one of the fretful minority who can do creative work, never force an idea; you’ll abort it if you do.  Be patient and you’ll give birth to it when the time is ripe.  Learn to wait.”

“Never underestimate the power of human stupidity. “

“Always yield to temptation; it may not pass your way again.” 

“A skunk is better company than a person who prides himself on being frank.”

“Formal courtesy between husband and wife is even more important than it is between strangers.”

From the World According to Edward. . .

“The only middle-class virtue more highly over-rated than good table manners is punctuality.” 

“A man’s biological imperative is to produce sperm.  It’s what he does, 24/7, all his life.  A woman’s biological imperative is to coax it out of him.” 

Miscellaneous Funny Quotations. . .

“I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn’t it.”  Groucho Marx

“He has Van Gogh’s ear for music.”  Billy Wilder

“Some people see things that are and ask, ‘Why?’  Some people dream of things that never were and ask, ‘Why Not?’  Some people have to go to work and don’t have time for all that shit.”  George Carlin

“It would be easier to grow sentimental about motherhood were the prerequisites higher.” John Ciardi

“Nobody in football should be called a genius.  A genius is a guy like Norman Einstein.”  Joe Theismann

“Marilyn Monroe was good at playing abstract confusion in the same way a midget is good at being short.”  Critic Clive James

Review of a two-line poem:  “Very nice, but there are dull stretches.”  Comte de Rivarol

 “I’m often wrong, but never in doubt.”  Ivy Baker Priest

 “I love mankind—it’s people I can’t stand.”  Charles M. Schulz

Review of a bad novel:  “This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly.  It should be thrown with great force.”  Dorothy Parker

“‘Whom are you?’ said he, for he had been to night school.”  George Ade

“I’ve posed nude for a photographer in the manner of Rodin’s Thinker, but I  merely looked constipated.”  George Bernard Shaw

“Mr. Atlee is a very modest man.  But then he has much to be modest about.”  Winston Churchill

“It was wonderful meeting you.  Usually a man would have to go to a bowling alley to meet a woman of your stature.”  Woody Allen

“Golf is a game invented by the same people who think music comes out of bagpipes.”  Lee Trevino

“If you can’t say something good about someone. . .sit right here by me.”  Alice Roosevelt Longworth

“If other people are going to talk, conversation becomes impossible.”  James McNeill Whistler.

“No one really listens to anyone else, and if you try it for a while, you’ll see why.”  Mignon McLaughlin.

 “You must not suppose, because I am a man of letters, that I never tried to earn an honest living.”  George Bernard Shaw.

“I took a speed reading course and read War and Peace in twenty minutes.  It involves Russia.”  Woody Allen.

Egotist:  “A person of low taste, more interested in himself than in me.”  Ambrose Bierce.

“It is inconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third rate sun.”  Alfred Lord Tennyson.

“I prefer the wicked to the foolish.  The wicked sometimes rest.”  Alexander Dumas. 

“To err is human, to forgive is an impertinence.”  Anonymous.

Abstract Art:  “a product of the untalented sold by the unprincipled to the utterly bewildered.”  Al Capp.

“You can get more with a kind word and a gun than you can with a kind word alone.”  Al Capone.

“I have given up reading books.  I find it takes my mind off myself.”  Oscar Levant.

Christian:  “one who follows the teachings of Christ insofar as they are not inconsistent with a life of sin.”  Ambrose Bierce.

“The classes that wash most are those that work least.”  G. K. Chesterton
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“A democracy is a government in the hands of men of low birth, no property, and vulgar employments.”  Aristotle.

Television:  “an invention that permits you to be entertained in your living room by people you wouldn’t have in your house.”  David Frost.

 “A liberal is a man too broadminded to take his own side in a quarrel.”  Robert Frost.

“England has forty-two religions and only two sauces.”  Voltaire.

“Be careful of reading health books.  You might die of a misprint.”  Mark Twain

“The French aren’t much at fighting wars anymore.  Despite their reputation for fashion, their women have spindly legs.  Their music is sappy.  But they do know how to whip up a plate of grub.”  Mike Royko.

“In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance.  In Switzerland they had brotherly love; they had five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did they produce?  The cuckoo clock.”  Orson Welles

“I’m not a snob.  Ask anybody.  Well, anybody who matters.”  Simon Lebon

 “I am deeply superficial.”  Ava Gardner.

“Humility is something I’ve always prided myself on.”  Bernie Kosar, NFL QB

“Health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.”  Anon.

“I used to be a heavy gambler.  Now I just make mental bets.  That’s how I lost my mind.”  Steve Allen.

“Religion has actually convinced people that there is an invisible man living in the sky, who sees everything you do and wants you to follow a special list of ten things or he’ll send you to a place with fire, smoke, death, and misery forever and ever.  But he loves you.”  George Carlin.

“If only God would give me a clear sign.  Like making a large deposit in my name at a Swiss bank.”  Woody Allen.

“Give me my golf clubs, fresh air, and a beautiful partner, and you can keep my golf clubs and the fresh air.”  Jack Benny.

“The Dodge-Plymouth dealers have just had their annual raffle, and they’ve given away a Catholic Church.”  Lenny Bruce.

“TV evangelists are the pro wrestlers of religion.”  Rick Overton.

“If you live to be a hundred, you’ve got it made.  Very few people die past that age.”  George Burns.

“Having sex is like playing bridge.  If you don’t have a good partner, you better have a good hand.”  Woody Allen.

“Can’t we silence those Christian athletes who thank Jesus whenever they win, and never mention His name when they lose?  You never hear them say, ‘Jesus made me drop the ball.’”  George Carlin.

“Confidence is what you have before you understand the problem.”  Woody Allen

“A computer once beat me at chess, but it was no match for me at kickboxing.”  Emo Philips.

“Lawyers believe a man is innocent until proven broke.”  Robin Hall.

“Kill one man and you’re a murderer, kill a million and you’re a conqueror.”  Jean Rostand.

“Having money doesn’t make you happier.  I have fifty million dollars, but I’m just as happy as when I had forty-eight.”  Arnold Schwarzenegger.

“We are here on earth to do good unto others.  What the others are here for, I have no idea.”  W. H. Auden.

Saturday, August 17, 2013

26,040 Days



"What a shot."

With Ron Haas (left) and Ken Nicholson (right), 
the witnesses.


          I was 26,040 days old last Tuesday, August 13, according to a novelty e-mail I received that same day showing me how to calculate it.   It's also the day I had a Hole in One.  It was, of course, a one-in-a-million shot--and it made me think back on my improbable golf life. 

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          Off and on, I've been hacking around golf courses for something like sixty years.  I was never very good at it, but I always loved being on the courses, even after running up a score too high to even mention without major embarrassment.  But although I was clearly bad at this game, there were usually a few great shots, chips, or putts that brought me back.  They were few and far between, but they always made me wonder why I couldn't get it right all the time.  I knew I couldn't and wouldn't, but I had moments on a golf course that were so good that I couldn't help daydreaming about being good at this dumb game.  This, of course, wasn't so much a daydream as a pipe dream. 

          I was given a set of clubs by an uncle when I was fourteen.  He found them collecting dust in a pawn shop near his barber shop in Newark, he said, and so he bought them for me.  I remember mumbling thanks, but I couldn't imagine what he was thinking of.  I was a city boy from East Orange, New Jersey, a little kid who played sandlot baseball.  Golf was as foreign and upper crust to me as polo.  What, I wondered, would I ever do with these clubs?

          Over the next ten years I occasionally took them out to a golf course, then gave them away.  I was too awful to continue playing.  I knew I needed lessons and clubs that suited me better than the pawned ones did.  I had fallen in love with golf courses, but not the game itself because I was light years from being  what I wanted to be:  a so-so, average golfer who actually managed to break a hundred now and then.  That's all I wanted, but it was painfully clear that even this modest goal was beyond my reach and that I had to give the game up.  Which I did.

          After a while, I'd get the itch again and get new clubs which I'd practice with for a while and eventually give up on.  Again.  I'd sell my clubs, then buy new ones at a garage sale as soon as a used set  with a leather-looking golf bag caught my eye.  Yes, I'd say to myself, let's give it another try.  But then I would fail.  Again and again.  Sometime in my thirties, I gave the game up for good. 

          Then, several years later, a good friend cornered me and cautiously, almost secretively, asked if I didn't play golf, knowing full well that I did, sort of.  No, I said, not really.  I hadn't played in years, and at that point in time I didn't even have clubs, so when I said no, I really meant it.  But he was a good friend and begged me to get him started--to go out to the course and play a few rounds with him.  I was his only hope, he said, so I reluctantly agreed.

          I stopped at a new golf store on Rte. 46 in Rockaway and was looking around at clubs when a short, heavy-set guy came up and asked if he could help me.  He introduced himself as a card-holding PGA professional who was limiting himself these days to selling golf equipment and playing in the occasional tournament.  I didn't want to have this conversation, but I was intrigued by his body shape and size, so much like my own, so different from what golfers look like on TV.  I found myself thinking that if this guy could play, well, maybe I could too.

         I wasn't sold on the idea of buying clubs (again), but then the golf shop pro closed the deal:  "Hey," he said, "what have you got to lose?  If you buy a set of clubs today, I'll give you free lessons to get you started."  I perked up, said yes, took maybe a dozen lessons, and gradually began to improve until I got to be . . . just average.  Exactly what I had always wanted to be.  Just good enough to be able to hang around a golf course without causing myself horrible embarrassment.

          That was some thirty years ago.  When I retired to Dade City, Florida, into a golf community, I joined the club, bought a golf cart, and played my average game for another five years, breaking a hundred most days with a handicap of twenty-five.  I was happy, more or less.

          In 2011, however, I finished writing a memoir that had kept me bound to my desk for long stretches at a time for about two years.  And when that book was published, I found myself without a project to devote all my attention to.  That's when I decided to work more seriously, for the first time in my life, on my golf game.  I took a few lessons, changed my grip, went regularly to the driving range, and began hitting all my clubs better.  With all that work, my game improved, and my handicap crept down to fifteen, where it is today. 

          And then last Tuesday on the eighth hole at Scotland Yards, a 130 yard par three, I hit a beautiful, high-arcing, nine iron that had just the slightest draw, a perfect-looking shot.  My friends murmured their approval, "Good shot!"  And then it hit near the middle of the green, took a couple of bounces, and rolled to the back of the green and into the cup.  None of us believed our eyes, but when we got up there, there was the ball snuggled down at the bottom of the cup.  Our eyes had not deceived us.

          It's really not so bad being 26,040 days old.  I mean, who would believe that he'd be peaking as a golfer when he got to be 71.3 years of age?  I shouldn't think this way, but who knows?--maybe I can look forward to living out another fantasy or two. . . .   

 

Speeding Down the Highway

          I read recently that the Florida legislature is considering a change to highway speeding laws.  The speed limit on the interstates is 70 mph, but in the language of the new proposal, if a driver is at that speed or higher in the left lane, he may be given a ticket if there are drivers behind him who want to go over the speed limit.  Yes, that's right, speeders are given a free pass, and the guy doing the speed limit is to be ticketed. 
          That's wrong and I hope it never gets put into law.  First, driving at the speed limit in the left lane, is not driving slowly.  Slower drivers should not be allowed to clog up the left lane.  Agreed.  And the driver doing 70 mph or more in the left lane ought to pull into the middle or right lanes if possible.  That's just good manners.  But if the traffic pattern makes it dangerous to change lanes, or if there are trucks to drive around, or if there are slow drivers to dodge, it is often safer to stay in the left lane--regardless of how many speeders are lined up behind you, tailgating, expecting to be able to go 80 mph or higher.  Stepping on the brake and going a little slower seems to threaten the speeder's manhood--or womanhood.
         The bottom line is that every speeder's impatience trumps my safety and endangers not only my life but his own too and who knows how many others who can be mangled in a crash caused by reckless drivers who dart to the middle or right lanes and then do 90 through three lanes of traffic just because they can't abide being behind someone who is only doing the speed limit.  And we're talking 70 mph here, fast by any standard.  It's crazy to encourage these speeding lunatics.
           But  that is apparently how some people in the Florida legislature want it.  God only knows how fast they go with their privileged, ticket-proof license plates along the interstates, virtually immune from state police radar guns.  It's hard enough driving on the highways; let's not make it worse by enacting a law that actually encourages speeders and tickets law-abiding citizens.

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Elite Private Colleges, the Overprivileged, and the Underprivileged: A Brief Correspondence

An editorial by William Falk in The Week magazine (July 5) worried about the Supreme Court's recent decision that will apparently limit affirmative action in college admissions.  His own daughter, the product of two "college-educated, upper middle-class parents," he wrote later, will be headed off to an elite private school, while her black friend who lives in the projects and has to work after school, "never even considered elite private colleges [and] will be going to a state college."  What a shame, Falk was saying, that the African-American girl from the projects was doomed to a state college education.  Maybe her future would be "brighter in a more challenging private college," he wrote, but then he wondered if perhaps she'd be "mismatched" there."

I e-mailed the magazine: 

The arrogance of Mr. Falk's assumption that his daughter's "elite private college" was any better than her black friend's state college was hard to ignore.  So was the condescension. 

Many of us believe, in fact, that the Ivies and other exclusive private schools are overpriced and overrated--add in snobby and so slanted to the privileged that they are de facto against the underprivileged and you've got schools it's better to steer clear of.  Don't be so sure, Mr. Falk, that your daughter made the right decision.


And for the record, excellent educations are available at state colleges and universities.  Even at community colleges.  It's fine to feel bad for your daughter's African-American friend, but not because the poor thing is doomed to a state college education.


Falk replied by e-mail that many of the elite colleges are indeed overrated and overpriced, and that his daughter did get accepted into a good state university too.  He generously and overgraciously added that he "would have been happy" if she had decided to go there.  He's apparently happier that she didn't.

His daughter decided on one of the elite colleges, one with what he called a "gorgeous" campus and "every amenity."  The "substantial advantages of these schools is even supported by "a ton of recent research," he wrote, which he supported with a link to a New York Times article.  Selected for special praise by Falk are "highly credentialed" teachers, "contacts," and "prestige."  The well-known gap between a "highly credentialed" faculty and good teaching went unnoticed, as did the fact that "highly credentialed" professors sometimes never see students at all, and when they do have students, the instructing and grading often is done by teaching assistants.  

Instead of challenging any of his own premises, Falk merely stated that all the "substantial advantages" are "undeniably" true.  He did see that it was unfair and that it contributed to the "growing gap between classes."  And further, that the private colleges may well be "promoting the illusion of diversity" by selecting "minority students who are from upper middle-class families and ignoring the poor."  Why this sort of thing should be supported by his daughter's attendance and large chunks of his money he never says, but it appears he values "substantial advantages" over social justice.  

His "main point," Falk concluded, was that his daughter had choices about elite colleges that her black friend had never heard of, though surely she'd heard of Harvard and Yale, if not Smith and Wellesley.  The African American girl might have been accepted into one of those schools, Falk wrote, if only she had known about them.  He seems never to have considered that she may have preferred fitting in better at a fully integrated state university, or more broadly, maybe she just wished to avoid elitist white private schools.  Falk, however merely feels sorry for the black girl who had never heard of elite private colleges.  "I don't think it's arrogant to be troubled by that."  

I replied to Falk's e-mail with another of my own disputing the "substantial advantages" of elite colleges.  Yes, your daughter will earn more money and make contacts that will separate her forever from her black friend and the rest of middle America, I wrote, but that seems to me more like a disadvantage than an advantage.  "You are troubled by [the black girl's] lack of opportunity, which I applaud you for, but at the same time you assume your daughter's situation is superior--and assuming superiority is the very definition of arrogance.

I can't be sure this exchange is over, but for the moment, anyway, it seems to be.


 

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Hard to Believe

  You Don't Say. . . Saturday, June 29, 2013


Hard to Believe

          I just returned from a memorial service for a friend who died last week.  I expected the now-normal "celebration" of the dead person's life, with pictures of her at every age and hair style, favorite songs playing in the background, and images of loving grandchildren with their gramma all pinned artistically on the walls.  It's usually an unbearable display of unredeemed sentimentality, but it's the sort of thing one has to put up with these days without even looking sour and disapproving.  I can do that.
          Today, instead of the expected celebration, the churchful of friends and relatives got an old-fashioned mass for the dead, that plus a special speaker, whose name and relationship to the dead woman I couldn't quite catch, and who took too long to say nice things that dissolved into mumbles by the time they reached those of us in the back rows.  If anything, it was more unbearable even than the dreaded celebration. 
          My own relationship with God has flourished and floundered intermittently through most of my life, but in recent years it has deteriorated badly—and now has disappeared completely.  Earlier this century, when I was writing an autobiography, Random Miracles (2011), I thought perhaps God might exist as the match that set the Big Bang in motion.  And once one admits to the possibility of a God, it becomes possible to think of Him as an entity one ought to thank for whatever good has crept into his life.  Wishful thinking, I think now.  These days about the best I can hope for is the possibility of a Creator who may have had a hand in the origins of the universe but who lost interest almost immediately, dropped out, and is currently unavailable.  We’re totally on our own.

           Everyone more or less knows this.  Where exactly is God in the large universe we live in or in the small genetic one that lives within us?  As questions about the formation of the universe, the  creation of matter, evolutionary biology, and the operation of quantum mechanics have all been partly answered by scientists who are pursuing the remaining questions with single-minded devotion, there is no further need for supernaturalism and superstition, no need for God as an explanation for what we couldn't previously understand. 
          Religious folks, however, can't or won't give up the other-worldly superstructure they've become accustomed to--God, heaven, hell, the Bible, Adam and Eve, the whole thing.  They say they still believe in all that, although it is probably just that they can't face death without the promise of life after death.  Jesus and the Resurrection.  Religious folks think of themselves as rational beings in everything else, of course, but in this one case they are completely blind to science and proudly proclaim their "blind faith."  And then to draw further attention to their abandonment of rationality, the proudly pious assume an air of sanctimonious superiority.  It's an unattractive defensive posture--but it's totally understandable.  I wish I could be one of them.
         

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Photo Album

Stopping for lunch with some new friends in Manhattan, Summer 2013


 At the Orso 88 restaurant in Rome, 2008

With Roberta and all the grandchildren at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Summer 2012

Roberta Louise, Puget Sound,Seattle, July 2011


With Lisa and Laura, Christmas 2005


Lisa and Laura, c. 2000

Making meatballs with Madeline and Elizabeth, 2007

Elizabeth and I Christmas shopping, December 22, 2002


Bobbi and I at McKeon's Restaurant book signing for Ciardi:
a Biography, September 1997

Visions and Revisions at 81

            I miss toiling away contentedly at my quiet, and lonely writing desk pursuing topics in American literature.  I would be hard at...