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EXPECTATIONS
As nearly everyone in my circle of society friends knows, I will be celebrating my 90th birthday early in August. In the last several months, my body has told me that I am not half the man that I used to be. I don’t look forward, for example, to long walks but rather, the shorter…
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AGAIN, THE LANGUAGE OF THE AMERICANS
As most of you know, I am an astute observer of the language that was inherited by our ancestors, which had its origination first in the Saxon people and then in the English. Perhaps this essay should be classified as an essayette. But that is a concern for another day. There are three entries in…
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TWO TAXING QUESTIONS
Over the years, readers of these essays will recall my references to my friend in Sweden, whose name is Sven Lernevall. You will be surprised to know that one of Sven’s friends is a slightly younger person named Christer Flink. My understanding is that when Sven reached the age of retirement, he was succeeded in…
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DID THE WELSH THROW IN THE TOWEL WITH THE BRITS?
The title of this essay may arouse some question. This essay is about the Welsh people who are my fellow Celts. It is also about a boxing term having to do with throwing in the towel. When there are two fighters involved in a boxing match, there are occasions when one fighter may have beaten…
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HOW DUMB, DUMB, DUMB CAN A MAN BE?
Sunday mornings around this household are a leisurely affair. They consist primarily of my having my weekly cup of decaffeinated coffee but mostly of listening to the talk shows which dominate Sunday morning television. Obviously I cannot see the images on the screen but I follow the dialogue with considerable interest. Last Sunday, which was…
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…LOVE HER, LOVE HER, LOVE HER
The title of this essay comes from a song in the stage production of Camelot. It opened on Broadway in December, 1960. That means that the production of the Broadway play is now 50 years old. When I hear the songs from that show, in particular as performed by Samuel Ramey, it brings back memories…
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BLACK SPEAK
There are a few languages that I am conversant with. One is country speak which has an essay or more dedicated to it. The other is black speak. Black speak is the language used by those who trace their ancestry to Africa. I am conversant with both of these mutations of the English language but…