Thank you for sharing this with us. I really appreciate your work and your family. You always give me hope. Happy new year! Wishing you the best of everything.
Silence there just means what Jack Benny meant when he told a robber on the street, "I'm thinking! I'm thinking."
No one is "happy" all the time, else we'd all be over-exuberant, and too many of us already are, and we don't know why. Just smiling and hugging can resolve it.
Thanks GK for reminding me of the joy and kindness I have felt over 46 years of being married to that little red headed girl who took me to the Episcopal Church for the first time in my life, and where I fell deeply in love with both of them. Peace and blessings, Wells+
As a born New Yorker I love hearing anything about the City! I too traveled from Connecticut to Manhattan and, even blindfolded, could tell the second we crossed the border into NYC. The magic of NYC lives in my bones. Regards to the rye bread.
My wife of 41 years and I are retired veterinarians. We grew up on farms and know how to control a recalcitrant bovid. When we met over green beer on St Patrick's Day in the large animal clinic at Cornell, the livestock judge in me could not help noticing she has excellent bone structure, which has held up beautifully. Just now, in the wake of winter storm Gerri, we cross-country skied a short lap through our woods, picking our way through a maze of down branches heavy with ice and snow. She get's me off my butt. Saginaw is just down the road where for years, now decades ago, I participated in a monthly poetry slam at the Red Eye coffee shop and an annual Rouse for Roethke. The host, who became my good friend, Al Hellus was a fine poet and determined drinker and smoker. He made it to 50 before his big heart gave out. Thank you for bringing back all of this.
Thanks for that, Dr. Jim. Between the ages of 13-15 in the early 1950's I accompanied a vet many weekends in northern Pennsylvania, learning about the world through startling episodes, ladding my two hands to Doc Sullivan's and wishing there were four more hands to help with a bovine uterine prolapse late one Saturday night in a barn stall while my friends were all watching Yukon Eric wrestlie Two Ton Tony Galento on the only television In a gymnasium in Towanda, and just feeling so honored I could help during this small chapter in my visceral education.
PS I grew up in Westchester, NYC is my city...have driven the roads from Conn to Manhattan many times!
Silence is the contentment of love...
Thanks for these images of bones and babies, roots and dirt, all alive...
Thank you for sharing this with us. I really appreciate your work and your family. You always give me hope. Happy new year! Wishing you the best of everything.
Congratulations on the 50th(!) anniversary (shows) of APHC!
Never give up....
Silence there just means what Jack Benny meant when he told a robber on the street, "I'm thinking! I'm thinking."
No one is "happy" all the time, else we'd all be over-exuberant, and too many of us already are, and we don't know why. Just smiling and hugging can resolve it.
Thanks GK for reminding me of the joy and kindness I have felt over 46 years of being married to that little red headed girl who took me to the Episcopal Church for the first time in my life, and where I fell deeply in love with both of them. Peace and blessings, Wells+
As a born New Yorker I love hearing anything about the City! I too traveled from Connecticut to Manhattan and, even blindfolded, could tell the second we crossed the border into NYC. The magic of NYC lives in my bones. Regards to the rye bread.
Garrison, it was a compliment, it was a complement for sure. Now take the rest of the day off. Rr
Worth listening to for the Roethke and James Wright recitations alone and the other surrounding Keillor ramblings are lovely as well.
My wife of 41 years and I are retired veterinarians. We grew up on farms and know how to control a recalcitrant bovid. When we met over green beer on St Patrick's Day in the large animal clinic at Cornell, the livestock judge in me could not help noticing she has excellent bone structure, which has held up beautifully. Just now, in the wake of winter storm Gerri, we cross-country skied a short lap through our woods, picking our way through a maze of down branches heavy with ice and snow. She get's me off my butt. Saginaw is just down the road where for years, now decades ago, I participated in a monthly poetry slam at the Red Eye coffee shop and an annual Rouse for Roethke. The host, who became my good friend, Al Hellus was a fine poet and determined drinker and smoker. He made it to 50 before his big heart gave out. Thank you for bringing back all of this.
Thanks for that, Dr. Jim. Between the ages of 13-15 in the early 1950's I accompanied a vet many weekends in northern Pennsylvania, learning about the world through startling episodes, ladding my two hands to Doc Sullivan's and wishing there were four more hands to help with a bovine uterine prolapse late one Saturday night in a barn stall while my friends were all watching Yukon Eric wrestlie Two Ton Tony Galento on the only television In a gymnasium in Towanda, and just feeling so honored I could help during this small chapter in my visceral education.
Jack Troy