Sorry I've been a lazy fuck.
So, before I give you my post about Wenonah in 1965 let me remind you of three things dear to my heart.
First, Barack Obama was sworn in as President of the United States of America. Given that there was only one black girl in my class at Gateway Regional HS and given that I drove through a black neighborhood with outhouses to get to high school this is a wonderful moment in American history.
Second, two events dear to my heart and poetry were set aside this year. The Geraldine R Dodge Poetry Festival and the Frost Place Festival of Poetry. I could say lots of shit about this but mostly it sucks that money kills an art that makes no money and enriches peoples lives.
Manana... or maybe Friday... Book reports, Rebecca, and the Last of the Mohicans.
God Bless, Good Night, and my regrets on the passing of my dear friend Rick Sonnenberg, known to many of us as Rick Lopez. Death comes and steals away and the best are caught in his arms.