Layng quietly in fields

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Showing posts with label Valentines Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Valentines Day. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Being loved in return.

Today's Tids Issue 2,531
Opening Stuff:

Was there ever a more anxious moment in your lives than sitting at your school desk playing with the inkwell wondering if a certain someone in the front row brought a Valentine for you. Inkwell! Make that IPad.

That Google Valentines Day card in their logo says it beautifully.

Oh yeah...it's about that $336 Million Powerball winner. From, Newport Rhode Island. Bought in the supermarket where I go 3-4 times a week to buy Cheetos, Cheez-its and a assorted other daily provisions. For the next few days I'll be watching closely the smiles on the faces of my friends. I learned the news about the store around noon yesterday as a news team approached me for a man on the street interview as I walked into S&S to redeem my $2.00 scratch-off. There goes the pension plan up in smoke! It won't be RI for another 30 years.

The Question:
Ok, everybody knows Lucy and Desi, Hart to Hart, Mr. and Mrs. McMillan, June and Ward Cleaver are obvious TV couples for V-Day. Name ten other twosomes who you may have enjoyed over the year?

The Headlines:
--Santorum Overtakes Romney In National Polls; Candidate With Seven kids Showing His Human Side.
--Markets Watching Greece Leadership Race To Find 325 Euros In Budget Cuts; Implementation Still Remains Problematical; US Futures Down.
--Civil War In Syria Now Beyond Brink.
--Retail Sales Rise 0.4%; Analysts Had Projected 0.6%.
--S&P Expected To Downgrade Greece, Italy, Spain; Germany, France Retain Ratings But Forecast Altered From "Stable" To "Negative".
--Perry Likes Taste Of Presidential Run; Says He Will Be Back.
--Bombs Continue To explode Throughout Middle East.
--Lion Air Of Indonesia To Buy $22 Billion Worth Of Planes From Boeing; Largest Order In Manufacturers History.
--Google Cleared To Buy Motorola For $12.5 Billion.

Why Husbands Shouldn't help out around the House Department:
How about the husband who sees the basket of clothes next to the dryer and brings it upstairs, folds them all perfectly and neatly puts everything away in the proper drawers. The wife comes home to say "Those clothes haven't been washed yet! Hmm...now where exactly did I put those clothes? And, another helpful hubby who proudly unloads the dishwasher only to find that they have yet to be washed. Now where exactly did I put those dishes, glasses, knives and forks!

It's hard to talk about politics when there is romance in the air. When the world momentarily stops, feet leave the sidewalks and the roar that you hear is the pounding of hearts in love.

Unfortunately, today's politics are like an open wound which resists all attempts at healing. It is the accident you can drive past without slowing down to see the damage. This the time when there are no non-political statements whether or not intended. Everything is analyzed and autopsied. So, let's just think about love today. But, if nobody sends you a valentine, at least you can think about how much worse your life would be if you had to be a politician.

A woman driving through Southern California went into a roadside store that sold fruits, vegetables and crafts. At the counter to pay, she noticed the clerk painting a new sign. "Why the new sign?" she asked. "My boyfriend didn't like the last one," she said eyes darting up. The woman looked up at the old sign and understood. "Local Honey Dates Nuts."

The Crime of the Century was Lyndon Johnson raiding the Social Security Trust Fund.

In response to my Northface remark yesterday, a Tid's wag suggested that the uniform has become so commonplace that America is beginning to look like the quilted masses of communist China. Save you identity, common sense will rise again. The same contributor also notes that there was a clothing competitor from Missouri who didn't quite make it named "SouthButt"!

The Hollywood news corps really are vultures, aren't they.

But, this kid Jeremy Lin, the NY Knick who is currently in the sights of the NY news vultures seems to have it right. I'd rather be at home with my family. "We are private people".

PETA is nuts. Actually, if PETA is for it, I'm against it. Actually, it just burns me that I have to capitalize those letters.

Rookie NBA'er Kyle Irving has been doing for Cleveland all year long what Lin is doing that gets him iconic status after only five games.

Actually, all is not adulation in the a basketball world. Some black players have Tweeted that black players do what he does every day and Lin is only getting the notoriety because he is Chinese.

Think about this imagery at the Grammies: Fawning adulation of an audience for Chris Brown who battered his wife while mourning the death of Whitney battered down to a point of no return by a drug infested husband.

Personally, I just don't like Paul McCartney's voice any more. I get this fingernail on the chalkboard feeling. Or maybe, it's the new songs he writes I don't like.

Almost Near: Chapter 61 continues. --"What's wrong Rebecca?"
"I don't know you at all, and your touching me. I don't like people touching me, especially men who are strangers." Rebecca glared. She wasn't a child, Tucker thought. He stared back, but in a softer, more kindly manner.
"Hey, I'm sorry Rebecca!" He was all smiles and raised his hands to exaggerate no touching allowed. She kept staring and then turned to Sheila.
"You alright Sheil?'
"I think so. I just haven't thought about ever seein' mom again Beck." Tucker could see that Sheila would do anything as long as Rebecca approves.
"Ok, how about this...how bout I call you Sheil and Beck and no touching allowed even if you're feeling low and need a friendly hug. OK?"
Rebecca managed to soften her lips. "OK, we'll go with Sheil and Beck and that's it."
"Where should we go now? Florence isn't expecting us." The kids looked at each other with no idea about how to answer. "How bout," he continued, "We go to the mall and you guys pick out some new clothes. maybe a couple of outfits. You'll want to look special and beautiful when we go visit your mom."
"Visit our Mom?"
Sure, I can take you there. I know Florence would think it Ok."

The Answer:
Here's a list from IGN starting at #10: Cliff & Clair (Cosby), Buster and Lucille (Arrested Development), Jeremy & Natalie (Sports Night), Wash & Zoe (Firefly), Mulder & Scully (X-Files), Jim & Pam (The Office), Riss & rachel (Friends), Maddie & David (Moonlighting), Buffy & Angel, Sam & Diane (Cheers). How about Booth & Bones, Mork & Mindy, Kate Beckett & Richard Castle or Sarah Walker Chuck Bartkowski, Michael Scofield & Sara Trancredy (Prison Break)? I'm sure you have plenty of your own!

So, does love end today? Never!

Monday, February 13, 2012

Can we vote him out yet?

Today's Tids Issue 2,530
Opening Stuff:

But, enough politics. This is Romantic Old Fools week! "Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye. Remember me once in a while - please promise me you'll try. When you find that, once again, you long to take your heart back and be free - if you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me. / We never said our love was evergreen, or as unchanging as the sea - but if you can still remember stop and think of me... / Think of all the things we've shared and seen - don't think about the way things might have been... / Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned. Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind. Recall those days look back on all those times, think of the things we'll never do - there will never be a day, when I won't think of you..." --Thanks to "Phantom", which just brought down the curtain on it's 10,000th performance. Hoorah! :x

I can be pretty cynical when it comes to Hollywood types and celebrities in general But, there was always something about the Whitney Houston tragedy that gave me pause. A little heart ache. Maybe it was her enormous talent and above the fray appearance of her early success. Her positive smile. Bigger than life. A star for the ages. And the resonance of that voice. Oh, the voice. It just pained me t see her rot away under the spell of her slug of a husband Bobby brown. So I mourn Whitney today, from the heart. And, it hurts a little.

In a related story this morning Bobby Brown said on stage last night, "I love you Whitney." And then he cried. Creep! That's why I'm so cynical.

Of course, the big news around here is that last night Gov. Chafee-Lite called an emergency meeting to create a task force that would get the state Treasurer to the $336.4 Million first. The Union leadership is dominating the task force.

Hey Mr. President...The USA has been the "Fairest" country in the history of the world. Stop trying to redefine fair as meaning "something for nothing."

Never stand next a person with a cell phone and a twitter account if you want to keep your life private.

The big controversy in divorces of the future is how to divide up FaceBook friends.

The Question:
Name five songs from Phantom of the Opera.

The Headlines:
--al Qaida Jumps In To Support Syrian Protestors; Terrorist Org Participation Creates Problem For USA And UN Support.
--RI'er Wins Powerball Millions; It Wasn't Me.
--Romney: "I will not be lectured to by a failed President."
--McConnell Says Obama Budget Fails To Stem Tide Of Runaway Spending.
--Greece Proving That Socialized Give-Away Programs Will Eventually Crumble Cultures.
--China VP Xi Jimping In US For Critical Visit.
--Michelson Dominates Woods To Win Pebble Beach; Pat's belichick Comes In Third In Amateur Event.
--Houston Said To have Died From Mixture Of Xanax, Other Drugs And Alcohol.

It was a quiet room, a small room, with corners and floors described by shadows from flickering candles. The silloutes on the bare, rough plastered walls seemed to glow beyond the dimness of the Kentucky cold winter evening. There were smiles on the faces and a feeling of love in the hearts of the parents Nancy and Thomas looking down at the infant, sleeping, born just yesterday. Abraham Lincoln looked back with wide unseeing eyes. Who knew?

I thought LCool-J was a class act last night and handled the Grammies better than most have or would have. He set the perfect tone for the evening with sadness in the background -- which could have become an over the top celebrity fawn feast. The night was full of treats starting with an energetic Springsteen and highlighted by pure unadulterated talent -- Adele. Jennifer Hudson got the tears flowing and showed her vivacious talent with a tribute to Whitney. McCartney was Ok, and the beach Boy 50th was nostalgic and kind of sad at the same time. Glen Campbell was lively and somehow got all the words right (Phew). Foo Fighters showed why they and Adele were the big award winners. As one observer noted, there are still plenty of singers who can stop a show with their talent as opposed to weird costumes and smoke and lighted mirrors. Oh yeah, and then there was Chris Brown in an underwhelming performance that had the audience cheering -- for a wife beater. But, hey. I'm not cynical.

I don't have any Northface clothing. Does that make me a bad person?

With all that is going on in the worldwide economy, the creeping price of gas here could be the real monkey wrench.

Only in New York -- This is a phrase which only last week I listed as one most irritable to me. But I have to retract a bit. Only in New York can a Jeremy Lin become an instant mega-star after five games of basketball. But then, if New Yorkers didn't have fads to rush to, they'd be jumping off high buildings.

The guy hoping to buy a new stereo system was looking for sound advice from the salesperson.

Twitter would be a good idea if there weren't so many of the mindless using it

The Prez decided not to intrude on Freedom of Religion. Instead he is intruding on private enterprise by demanding Insurance companies give away services for nothing. What a guy?

After all of the beautiful piano concertos, I always come back to Beethoven's 4th. There's just something about the blending between the piano and the orchestra there that I don't sense some of the other great ones.

One thing I can't comprehend at all is why the answer to the question, "Are you Pro-Life?", isn't, "Of course!".

A discriminating prehistoric animal is called a connoissaur!

Do you feel it! It's coming. The equipment trucks are on the road, and within a week we'll being hearing new sounds form the south -- leather spheres smacking into leather mitts!

Whitney Houston just finished making a movie which is set for release this Summer. Somebody in the executive producer suite is shouting Thank you God. Who me, cynical?

10 years or so from now today's kids will be in their 20's protesting the out of control data collecting behemoth FaceBook. And it's 1984 all over again.

Every once in a while it is essential for a Tids writer to go out and shop in a variety of stores to learn if there is anything going on in the world other than what's in his head.

Almost Near: Chapter 60 continues. --"I'm glad you kids talked me into that ice cream. It was yummy-licious!" The kids Shiela and Rebecca laughed and the three traded high fives. Not bad for starters, thought Tucker as he tried to assay the degree of difficulty of manipualting this two-some. It would be tough, he thought. But, I dealt with their father. And, he never knew what hit him.
"So, who are you again?" Rebecca the older, tougher sounding girl stared unflinchingly into Tuckers eyes. He sister stared at her as if saying, "Yeah, who."
"Well," the smiling effervescent Tucker started. "I am your Mom 's oldest friend. I've know her since she was a great baseball player at 12 years old." The kids smiled at that.
"I'm twelve," started Shiela, but we didn't do much like that at our house." Then she teared suddenly. "Is mom all right?" She couldn't continue.
Rebecca grabbed her wrist and squeazed for comfort, like she always had taking care of her sister. We lived in a tough place, but Mom always tired to make us smile, no matter what." She looked off. "Mom only looked happy when she sat by the window looking out, like she was dreaming of someplace else."
"Tucker nodded like he understood, like he was a good friend of the two. He reached over and touched Rebecca's hand. She yanked away and stared at him.

The Answer:
"Think of Me" was the name of the song quoted in the opening Tid. Others in this lineup of beautiful music are Angel of Music, Little Lotte, The Mirror, Phantom of the Opera, Music of the Night, All I ask of you, Why have you Brought Me Here, Poor Fool - He makes Me Laugh, and I Remember.

Well, tomorrow is the big red heart day! And, wouldn't you know that this morning I read a story about how to eat healthy at a romantic Valentine's Day dinner. What a country! Somebody is always there to take care of the this misguided soul.

Monday, February 14, 2011

How big is your heart?

Today's Tids 2,297
Opening Stuff:

I was listening to Richard Strauss' Der Rosenkavalier Suite yesterday, and during a couple of particularly beautiful moments I imagined millions of little hearts fluttering down like snowflakes. Hey. it's Valentines Day. Let your heart go wild.

Honestly, I can't remember any media report during the past 30 years dwelling on the evil of Mubarak. I always thought that Egypt was pleasantly floating along, and was a serene place where happy tourists enjoyed their trips to view the magnificent Pyramids. Hell, even our State Department appeared unconcerned about innate evil. A WikiLeaks released 2009 cable from the US Embassy there describes Mubarak as, "...tried and true realist, innately cautious and conservative, with little time for for idealistic goals." But now the gleeful US media romping among the celebratory crowd are insinuating that Mubarak was like Idi Amin or worse.

The Question:
Remember those little candy hearts with love sayings on them? Give me five of the most popular older sayings.

The Headlines:
--0-Man Sends Congress $3.73 Trillion Budget; Promises $1.1 Trillion Reduction Over next Decade; Budget Advisory Panel Says Country Needs To Reduce Deficit Bt $4 Trillion And Include Large SS, Medicare Program Reductions.
--US Markets Open Lower.
--Clothing Prices Expected To Rise 10% In Spring.
--Medical Panel Says Kids Shouldn't Use new, Popular Energy Drinks; Adds That Adults Should Not Over Use.
--After Egypt Protester Victory, Labor Discontent Continues; Wants Raises; Ruling Military may Clamp Down.
--Yemeni Leader, US Ally, Trying to Quell Potential Uprising There.
--Grammys Have A Few Surprises; Lady Antebellum Wins Record, Song Of The Year. Gaga, Eminem Win Two Each; Bieber Fans On Awards And Dress.

Back to More Stuff:
Now that the media have pretty much shot their wad over Egypt, you can expect a lot of clatter about the coming Budget battle. Both sides will be throwing around a lot of huge numbers, but take care to put them all in prospective. For instance, a reader points out that Obama's promise of cutting $100,000,000 from hisGovernment budget is like reducing a $3,000 monthly household budget to $2,999.91! And 0-Man also is "Freezing" domestic spending controlled by the executive branch and the "big" number (As compared to a typical Government expenditure known as a "pig" number) is $400 Billion. But that's a ten year total against what some are projecting as a Trillion or so/year addition to a deficit. The GOP promised $100 Billion worth of slashings but appear to be having trouble hitting $60 Bil. There will be a lot of posturing by both sides with the admin probably getting the nod from the press. Which is even more reason to dig deeper into the real meaning behind the numbers.

So did you hear about the worried guitarist who was fretting at his audition?

Almost near: Chapter 7. --"What a beautiful night," shouted Samantha aloud to an empty room. She smiled as she looked at the rumpled bed sheets and covers that once covered her spent lover. He was so cautious with her she remembered. As though he didn't want her to run away. Which she would never do, she thought.
Samantha rose and shivered at the morning seaside coolness and she pulled a robe around her satisfied body. "Tucker" she yelled as she started down the stairs. "Tucker". But their wasn't a sound. The house was quiet; warm and nonthreatenting. Soothing. She felt secure and comfortable.
--A note was propped up against a little spread of food on the kitchen table. "Hi Sam - I miss you but had to run. Will be back shortly". She pulled it up and hugged it to her heart.
She sipped the coffee and smiled approvingly. She picked up and nibbled on a sweet roll as she moved away from the kitchen to explore her little paradise. Tucker had beautiful taste, manly, but everything in its place, perfectly balanced. After roaming the downstairs rooms, fingering what might be Tucker's favorite possessions, she noticed off the kitchen back staircase. It was dark at the top, but she found a light switch and climbed the stairs. At beginning of a small hall she saw a narrow door, about two feet wide. She wiggled the knob but it appeared locked.

Some so-called Middle East Experts are saying that the US admin and its advisers seem to have their heads in the sand about the authentic terrorist organization Muslim Brotherhood. A noted analyst said that just about everybody with their finger on the pulse of the Middle east knows that the MB is the daddy of al-Qaida, Hamas and any other scary group in the world. And one of the most organized group in Egypt. There is an excellent chance that over the next two years this Muslim Brotherhood comprised of highly educated people will make quiet but signifiicant strides into the governing bodies of the new Egypt...pretty much like they did in Lebanon.

I notice around me young people coughing into their elbows. I commented on it and was told that children are taught this in school, since it doesn't put germs in in the hands that touch food or other hands. But, I have been noticed lately little villages of microbes with palm trees and all springing up in arm cruxes.

You have to figure that the NEA and "Parties are Us" have merged. If you bring a Birthday Party invite to school these days then you have to invite the entire class. What's with all of these can you top this parties anyhow?

If you want to get on the fast track for a big career in Journalism, request a transfer to an unstable third world country and wait for the inevitable revolution.

England doled out their "Oscar" awards (BAFTAS) last night, and it could give clues to the US verison. Kings Speech and Colin Firth won Best Pic and Best Actor Awards. Other input for your Oscar night scorecard: Other Three Award films -- Inception and Social Network; Best director - Fincher (SN); Actress - Natalie Portman; Non English film -- Girl With Tattoo; Animated - Toy Story 3

I read a piece about the recession's effect on Union membership. It is declining in the public sector and actually gaining a bit in the public sector. One, the private sector, is market driven and is subject to voluntary spending. The other, public sector, is gimmie driven and relies on involuntary spending by consumers. So in a realities logical sense the public sector sense should be dying because you just can't push the the consumer to spend more than exists. Maybe the next Egypt style social networking upheaval will be the weary taxpayers.

One of the generally most unreported consequences of the of the November election was the defection of Dems to GOP at the state, town and county levels in the South.

The Answer:
146 years ago NECCO (The New England Confectionery Company) started making hearts with sayings on them. Some of the early old tried and true were Be Mine, Be Good, Sweet talk, Kiss me, Love Me, Miss Me, Call Me, I luv You, True Love, Puppy Love. One of the older sayings that has been eliminated is "You Are gay". Word meanings change. The newest consumer chosen sayings for 2010 are Text Me, Tweet Me, You Rock, Soul mate, Love Bug, Me + You.

The End:
If we keep listening to Clapper the US will soon be in the crapper.

Funniest line of the night at the Grammy Awards was from "Train" saying they were glad that Justine Bieber wasn't a group.

Have the Oscars become just one big anti climax?

Me, I'm just sittin' around hoping that the cute little girl in the third desk from the blackboard will send me a Valentine's Card. I've been waiting 65 years.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Romantic Fools Rule!

Today's Tids Issue 2,064

Opening Stuff:

Do you know what today is? This is the second to last day you can procrastinate buying that Valentines Day bribe. Of course, while some people only see hearts on February 14th, romantic fools live on a cloud all year long. This is just their national holiday, a day when everybody else tries to think about what fools feel all the time. A romantic fool’s heart is ready to explode at any given moment. A thought of a winning smile or an overwhelming aura.

It is projected that this Valentines Day men will spend an average of $137.35 for gifts and women a mere $77.28. Are men stupid or just victims of extortion? I decided not to buy anything in an altruistic effort to bring down that discrepancy in averages.

The Question:

Name 3 classical composers who have written major works based on Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.

The Headlines:

--Amahdinejad Tells The World That Iran Is Nuclear; Hundreds Of Thousands Of Loyalists Mob Streets To Celebrate As Opposition Are Beaten In Teheran’s Alleys.
--Patrick Kennedy Shocks And Elates As He Announces That He Will Move On And Not Run; Kennedy Dynasty Ends.
--January Retail Sales Up Unexpected 0.5%; Eurozone Recovery Floundering.
--China Raises Bank Reserves To Cool Credit; WS Lower On news.
--Commercial Real Estate Problems Getting Ugly; Could Create Risks For Smaller Banks.
--New Poll: 71% Of Americans Say Sarah Not Ready For White House.
--Two Stents Later, Clinton Is Back Home And Ready For More Work In Haiti; Chelsea With Him Most Of The Time.
--Deep South Latest Victim Of Major Snowfall.
--Gay, Irish-American Gordon Fox Is Named To Most Powerful Position In Beleaguered, State Legislature Ravaged Rhode Island – Speaker Of The House.

More Stuff:

How come everybody who is half Irish or Italian or German or French…and half black, is always called black?

Is it me, or have you also noticed that more and more TV dramas manage to incorporate some kind of health care horror story into their plots. Has anybody seen Joseph Goebbels lately walking around Hollywood? Or for that matter at Marvel Comics where the company just apologized for a Captain America episode disparaging The Tea Party movement?

Do you think that Leslie Vonn is setting herself up to receive the Kurt Shilling Bloody Sock Award?

While you weren’t looking, 90 stocks on the S&P 500 have fallen more than 10%. Be casutious.

I could write a column everyday with lots of material just pointing out media assaults on basic tenets of America’s greatness.

Obama‘s probably sitting in the White House wondering, “Why didn’t Bush take out Iran? I told him ‘n’! ‘n’, George, ‘n’. Not ’q’!”

The Novel:

Through the Same Eyes: Chapter 55 continues. –Here I was, barely standing, vulnerable to the world. Before me stood my grinning, marvelous family. And I couldn’t do anything about it. I couldn’t run and throw my arms around them. I couldn’t kiss Paul – thank you for being so caring. All I could do is stand there like a person looking for a government handout. “What are you clowns smiling about? Haven’t you ever seen your mom walk?” Paul was the first to my side. I think he could see how tired I was, because he almost picked me up and sat me back down on the edge of the bed. Then the kids ran over and gave me those squiggly little hugs that only kids who love you like crazy could give. The dam burst and the tears ran out. I’m hugging the kids and crying like the Angel Falls and I see Paul over talking to the nurse. Talking and looking as concerned about me as he was the first time I heard him talking as I lay apparently unconscious and nobody thought I could hear. It’s like what heaven must be right here in my room. Nurses and bed pans and tubes…and complete and perfect love. Perfect love for me. Me, who was fighting to walk again…for Kent Middleton. I looked down into those beautiful youthful eyes and thought “I’m not perfect.” Then I felt Paul gently caressing my hand.

More Stuff:

When I forward one of those email jokes or YouTube clips I always take out all the superlative intro adjectives like “It’s Awesome”, “Funniest thing you’ll ever see” or “Best ever”. I think it is better when the recipient gets to make up his or her own mind.

Every time I think I understand the relationship between stocks and bonds, something happens and the dynamics change.

Reading Between the Lines Movie Reviews:

--Is it ok to come up from under my theater seat yet? I thought Abbott & Costello Meets Werewolf was scary! I can’t imagine how far up I would be rising out of seat while watching the new The Wolfman version. While the story is the same tried and true, the effects reach into your gut better than ever. You know the story about the guy who has some identity theft problems during full moons. Well, it is back, and I think it is well done. Beware-wolf!
--On the other side of the emotional spectrum is Valentines Day. This is a star laden movie – Roberts, Garner, Biel, Bates, Hathaway, Cooper, Kutcher, Foxx, Dempsy, among others – where an overly beautiful diverse group of Angelinos navigate through romance and heartbreak on one Valentines Day. Like a romantic “24” with lots of torture!
--If you have been missing an upbeat harry Potter sequel, Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief is for you. 21st Century HS student must battle gods of the Olympus and assorted monster friends who blame him for stealing Zeus’ lightning bolt. On top of the false accusation, Percy learns that his mom is missing. He and HS pals travel across country to find the real Lightning bolt thief and free his mom. It has the fantasy you crave, and is not has dark of some of the recent HP episodes.

More Stuff:

I was reading the story about the death of oddball fashion designer McQueen I think most fashion designs are oddball) who committed suicide following the death of his mother. I was thinking about how irrelevant fashion designers are in my life. Yet I still buy things I like and that I think make me look fairly presentable. So, I’m thinking who is my favorite fashion designer and I can only come up with the guy or gal in the back room up at Woolrich.

Don’t you get the impression that too many media people think that the America they desire is South America?

Why do I think that Democrats only want to use the government to avenge the past at the expense of the future?

A theater showing X-Rated films is a sin-ema.

The Answer:

Three of the greatest works – in this simple souls mind – are those by Tchaikovsky, Berlioz and Prokofiev. Gounod wrote an opera, and there is Bernstein’s version which we know as West Side Story. My personal favorite is the work by Berlioz and I will probably listen to it Sunday Morn while reading Valentines Day antics in the comics.

The End:

Berlioz said that he didn’t want words for his great composition. He said that he only wanted instrumental music because words would be too limiting in telling the a story of love. Happy “V” Day everybody.