Thomas Wolfe said, “You can’t go home again.” And if you don’t know who that is, go read a book. Actually read a lot of books. Wolfe, Steinbeck, Hemingway, Heinlein, Burroughs, Twain and O. Henry… and those are just SOME of the Americans. Don’t forget to read Dickens, Doyle, Wells, Dumas, Sartre, oh hell I could keep going for a year… I swear, the ignorance today that passes for ‘sophisticated’… Never mind… Where was I? Oh, yeah… Wolfe… going home….you can’t get there from here…but it’s the old same place…..oh, the same old place, it’s out back, I’ll get the key… Sounds like a job for Nick Danger, Third Eye. What? You people don’t know THAT one either? *sigh* Barbarians. Old Wolfie wasn’t talking about going to your parent’s house, even if it is still the same one you grew up in. No, he’s talking about revisiting a part of your life that’s passed into history. You can try, but no ...
I am mourning for a woman I never met. And yet I felt a connection to her, and I don't think I'm alone in that. We were distantly related, some would say so distantly that it is irrelevant, but it made a difference to me. Elizabeth Regina, Second of Her Name... and yes some of my ancestry traces back to the Plantagenets so I was serious about being "family" in a sense. An intelligent woman. A woman of class and probity. A woman who held great power but was delicate in the use of power. A woman with a lively sense of humor and an abiding love for animals. A brave woman who served in wartime, driving ambulances. A woman with an incredibly difficult job and an increasingly disrupted family who nevertheless managed to handle the situation with class. Yes, we all know those things, and we all know who she was and what she did, but why does her passing leave us feeling a bit empty? Perhaps it's because she has always just BEEN...
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