Sorry to dissapoint you, but

William Shatner’s albums are wonderful.  There’s nothing else like them.

For this song, he’s joined by country singer Brad Paisley.

Waffles

Excerpted from Bachelor Brothers’ Bed & Breakfast by Bill Richardson, ©1993:

Historians annoy me with their blinkered selectivity.  They took the time to write down the names of those who invented the telephone, the atom bomb, and the cotton gin.  But the geniuses who left us with that truly worthwhile legacy of recipes have gone unheralded.  Why don’t we know the name of the person– and I would wager it was a woman– who came up with the idea of the waffle?  To take flour, eggs, and milk, which on the surface seem to have nothing to say to one another, and to combine them; then to pour the stuff onto a scorching griddle, and to finally look at the result, cock an ear to the heavens, and know that it must go by the euphonious name of waffle:  well, it boggles the mind!

I like the quote, and I’m impressed that he was able to use both a colon and a semicolon in a single sentence.

 

Someone Won’t Be

“It’s hard to turn the page when you know someone won’t be in the next chapter, but the story must go on.” ~Thomas Wilder

And it stoned me, to my soul…

The Rainbow
by Millen Brand
Excerpted from Local Lives: Poems About the Pennsylvania Dutch, ©1975

Herbert Berky tells this story:
When he was a boy, he used to work
in two hill fields Josephus Gerhard
had given his father.
“You went up a lane that started
between the Borneman place and Uncle John’s,
and made a left turn past a tenant house,
and then up past Mommy Stauffer’s.”
She was married
to his great-uncle Andros
and “there were some special springs there
and we always stopped to have a drink.”
Beyond Mommy’s were the two fields.
One day he was working “in the onion patch,”
when in a nearby field
down the hill slope at an angle
a neighbor named Stengel
came plowing with a two-horse plow.
Just then a shower
traveled lightly over the valley
and there was “a most beautiful bow.
I had always thought bows were far away,
but when Stengel that day came
to where the end of the bow was,
he and the horses went right through it.
The colors washed right over team and man.”

 

And that reminded me of this:

Full lyrics HERE.

Oh, nothing.

“First of all nothing will happen, and a little later nothing will happen again.”~Leonard Cohen

Books and Cats

“We have noted that a passion for books and a fondness for cats are very often points of intersection on the Venn diagram of personality.”  ~Bill Richardson, in Bachelor Brother’s Bed & Breakfast, ©1993

Someone

“‘Someone to tell it to’ is one of the fundamental needs of human beings.” ~Miles Franklin

Faith

“Faith is the art of holding on to things in spite of your changing moods and circumstances.”  ~C.S. Lewis

So many people seem to define “faith” as “believing something in spite of the evidence.”  I could never get behind that one.

This definition has far more appeal to me.

He Stands

One of the wonderful things about Local Lives: Poems About the Pennsylvania Dutch, ©1975, by Millen Brand, is that it’s not just a book of poems– it’s a local history.

Ralph Berky is the real name of a real person, and the poem describes his real life:

Ralph Berky
by Millen Brand

A German of an old name
who goes back to the old sounds.
Perhaps something Indian in him.

He walks long distances.
He stands still often.

He stands still in a road to listen,
a back road between a field and wood.
A farmer in the field is suspicious.
Anybody who stands still…

He knows the sound of the beeches, bird against cone-bur,
hemlock shadows,
the boring, hypnotic drill of the sapsucker,
the variations of wind,
wind in fern, wind in grass,
the approach of rain in the distance.

He is the lover of the place.

Engagingly Lost

“(Kurt) Cobain was very shy, very polite, and obviously enjoyed the fact that I wasn’t awestruck at meeting him. There was something about him, fragile and engagingly lost.”  ~William S. Burroughs

It’s Only Make Believe

Mona brought this song to my attention, and I’m glad she did.  I had seriously underestimated the range and power of Glen Campbell’s voice!

Full lyrics HERE.

Just For a Moment

Elda Maria Smiling
by Millen Brand
Excerpted from Local Lives: Poems About the Pennsylvania Dutch, ©1975

Elda Maria visits her grandmother
in the evening, and there is evening
over the aging eyes. Her grandmother thinks,
How I loved her father when he was small!
And everything about this child
is my son again– see him
there as he first stood up.
There is that cleft chin, that smile.
There he is with his smile!
“Child, kum. Come to me.”
Again just for a moment
let me hold him to my breast.