“And the battle’s just begun
There’s many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday”
—–“Sunday, Bloody, Sunday”, Adam Clayton, Dave Evans, Larry Mullen, Paul Hewson
“Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.”
“Survivors seem to function best
When peril is at hand
Where the song of the ocean
Meets a salty piece of land”
——-Jimmy Buffett, “A Salty Piece of Land”
“It was not a dream—it all happened. . . I was actually there in person. . . .”
“The Senate is now composed of a different material from what it once was. Its glory hath departed. Its halls no longer echo the words of a Clay, or Webster, or Calhoun . . . the void is felt.”
—-Mark Twain, February 1854.
I gaze at the the last plane my father ever built. Lonely, hanging from the ceiling of my office, going nowhere, slowly yawing in the artificial wind of the HVAC vent. Small, bright translucent yellow and sky blue. So like my dad, though not obvious to the casual visitor.
My dad was large, 6’4″, perhaps another inch in his prime, lean, and thin but not skinny. He bore the weight of war and the joy of family with few complaints and an ambition trimmed to meet those demands. The plane is small; bright only in places necessary to make it seen after landing in unexpected places. Pale blue as in calm. Trim, efficient, stable in the uncertainty of air high above becalmed grass and gravel. Beautiful to those who understand how to see a man and a plane doing what they need to do without pretense. Floating on the thermals of time.
“Of what use is the moon if you don’t have the night?
Of what use is a windmill with no Quixote left who’ll fight?”
——Carlos Varela, “Walls and Doors”
"Lightnin' Hopkins and a pentatonic scale
Some things under heaven are just cooler 'n hell"
----Ray Wylie Hubbard,"Cooler'n Hell"
“And now I must confess,
I could use some rest.
I can’t run at this pace very long.
Yes, it’s quite insane,
I think it hurts my brain”
—– Jimmy Buffett, “Trying To Reason With Hurricane Season”