If You're Going My Way, I'll Walk With You

 Both of them will remember this day for the rest of their lives.

  How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics, Yet here's a traveled man that kn...

Not that I wish I was an oldster, but that...hmm...I wish I had been born 35 years earlier than I was and had enjoyed the life my parents d...

     

  I really love the way Suzuki gets her teeth into this tune.  I listened to Doris Day's version, as well as a couple of others, and the...

 “I don’t know what’s worse: to not know what you are and be happy, or to become what you’ve always wanted to be, and feel alone.” ~ Danie...

               

The epic of the aircraft carrier in 45 seconds.  

The Old Year's gone away To nothingness and night: We cannot find him all the day Nor hear him in the night: He left no footstep, ma...

          What do these things have to do with the new year?  If you can guess that you win the first booby prize of the decade.  Game? I wi...

 

  Making plans to greet the new decade at a secret rendezvous.  Preparing all sorts of party snacks in advance, some my own in-demand spec...

  And the light shineth in the darkness; and the darkness comprehendeth it not.     John 1:5

Well, back in the good old days such things existed.  Ah, speak, memory! Home-made gingerbread cookies, candy canes, fruitcake and pumpkin ...

Just each other for Christmas                            

  And when life's sweet fable ends, Soul and body part like friends; No quarrels, murmurs, no delay; A kiss, a sigh, and so away. Go...

The only member of my family who I know was at Pearl Harbor  when the Japanese attacked was a great uncle who was serving with the coast a...

Come, come thou bleak December wind, And blow the dry leaves from the tree! ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge Above the marge of night a star stil...

 

  I found this old cap-and-ball revolver in the attic of our ranch house (built in 1881).  It was in a wooden box made with dovetail joints,...

I came across this passage while reading an essay about the author and poet Charles Bukowski: “When Bukowski was 13, one of [his friends] in...

"How long, how long must I regret? I never found my people yet; I go about, but cannot find The blood-relations of the mind." ~ Ru...

    The line is from Millay's poem "Make Bright the Arrows" which is part of a poem cycle in which she dueled with Robinson Je...