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Connections: August 2.17

“I get around”

 ah, Beach Boys and youth!

A few things have changed,

but it’s still the truth:

from surfboard to cane

we do what we must

so keep up or back off,

and pardon our dust!

 

 

 

More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives

and a resounding beep-beep to D.J. Berg’s sense of adventure.

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Connections: July 6.17

Begins the concert

before the music

in reverent wait.

Hear we in quiet

what we

anticipate.

Write we silent prelude

discarding daily

 freight.

Still we the world

rushed

and inchoate.

 

 

 

 

Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.

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Connections: May 29.17

While Jean served in the Marines (yesterday’s post),

Edna, my other aunt, served in the WAVES.

She also kept a scrapbook.

On the left, the lyrics to “The Navy’s Got a Job For Me.”

On the right, a booklet of songs, dedicated (no kidding!) on the day I came into the world.

Thus do families keep the reasons for Memorial Day.

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Connections: May 5.17

THE FIVE-SOCK BLUES

Verse 1:

I got the five-sock blues

wah-wah-wah-wah

I ain’t gonna snooze

wah-wah

’cause I got no clues

it’s such bad news

did it ever happen to youse?

Refrain:

Them mean old laundry gods

wah

I put in evens

they come out odds

oh, wah, oh, wah, oh, wah.

Verse 2:

I got the five-sock blues

wah-wah-wah-wah

but I got six shoes

wah-wah

my feet come in twos

oh, how could I lose

I can’t excuse

my five-sock blues.

Repeat refrain.

Bow.

You will be edified, dear reader, to know that this is currently being set to music

with comb-and-kleenex ostinato.

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Connections: February 8.17

SANYO DIGITAL CAMERAThe other day I happened upon

a forum on NPR

a rabbi’s words illumined

a mood as black as tar:

when optimism can’t be had

we must insist on hope,

and keep in mind the difference

as we walk this slippery slope.

I opened the window this morning

Die Zauberflöte silvered the air!

the crimson Papageno,

the high-headed Chanticleer!

Corny it may be

but I need to think it so

the return of morning birdsong

as rabbinical treetop echo.

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