Tag: Commentary
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The Ghost of Tom Joad
THE GHOST OF TOM JOAD by Bruce Springsteen Men walking ‘long the railroad tracksGoing someplace and there’s no going backHighway patrol choppers coming up over the ridgeHot soup on a campfire under the bridgeShelter line stretching ’round the cornerWelcome to the new world orderFamilies sleeping in their cars in the southwestNo home, no job, no…
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Teddy Joins the Family and Yeager Rd – Memoir Continued
Teddy Joins the Family and Yeager Rd – Memoir Continued Shortly after that incedent in Beaver Park, certainly within the year, we moved again, to a finished, or partially finished, basement on Yeager Rd., also in Lorain or its outskirts, on the southwest side of the town. It was rather countrified with a long curving…
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Back to Lorain – Memoir Continued
Back to Lorain – Memoir Continued No explanation for the move was forthcoming, but I assume it was because Dad had found another job, in or close to his old hometown. So sometime after my fourth birthday, we moved to a little cottage in Beaver Park overlooking Lake Erie. The park was on the northwest…
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Far Afghanistan by James Taylor
Far Afghanistan by James Taylor Back home, Indiana, we just learn to get alongCivilized and socialized, they teach you right from wrongHow to hold your liquor and how to hold your tongueHow to hold a woman or a baby or a gun But nothing will prepare you for the far AfghanistanYou can listen to their…
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Into the Void – Memoir Continued
Into the Void Dad was playing softball for one of the local league teams. He was to play this day, which was warm and sunny, a perfect day for a ball game. There would be friends there to watch me during the game. Then we would have a picnic and later an ice cream cone.…
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End of a Promising Dance Career – Memoir Continued
End of a Promising Dance Career I must have been very young. I associate this event with the time we lived in Bellefontaine, circa 1950. My mother had taken me to a dance class during the day (I only remember going to one such class). I think I had a pretty good time in class;…
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Following the Job of a Railroad Man – Memoir continured
Following the Job of a Railroad Man Dad had gotten a job on the railroad, for which he traveled back and forth across the state. He decided that Bellefontaine was a more convenient place to work from with his new job. So, at age three, we moved to Bellefontaine, Ohio. We lived there in a…
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Wisdom’s Ancient Wells
Wisdom’s Ancient Wells wells of wisdomhow many are thereonly oneorone for each culturecivilizationcreed orpersuation how many ‘truths’are thereonly onewho decides“whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power and not truth.” –Nietzsche does it not benefit usto reexaminerethink our sourses our fundimentals from time to timea healthy skepticism tohelp avoid the entropy…
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Death to My Hometown – Bruce Sprinsteen
Death to My Hometown by Bruce Springsteen Oh, no cannonballs did fly, no rifles cut us downNo bombs fell from the sky, no blood soaked the groundNo powder flash blinded the eye, no deathly thunder soundBut just as sure as the hand of God, they brought death to my hometownThey brought death to my hometownNo…
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Memoir Continued – Taken In
Taken In By Paternal Grandparents We were taken in by my paternal grandparents (William and Dora). They converted their large chicken coop into a small cottage, where we lived for our first couple of years in Ohio. My grandparent’s place was located out on Antrim Road, technically in Elyria, but just south of the Lorain…
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