 Nikolaus and I sat in this quaint restaurant and over cocktails hit upon a subject that fascinates both of us: crows. We found out that we both envy these birds passionately and would do anything to be able to be one with them in flight.
Nikolaus and I sat in this quaint restaurant and over cocktails hit upon a subject that fascinates both of us: crows. We found out that we both envy these birds passionately and would do anything to be able to be one with them in flight.Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Black Forest Restaurant ~ Flight of the Crow
 Nikolaus and I sat in this quaint restaurant and over cocktails hit upon a subject that fascinates both of us: crows. We found out that we both envy these birds passionately and would do anything to be able to be one with them in flight.
Nikolaus and I sat in this quaint restaurant and over cocktails hit upon a subject that fascinates both of us: crows. We found out that we both envy these birds passionately and would do anything to be able to be one with them in flight.Friday, February 20, 2009
John Updike ~ The Polished Word
Our American craftsman with words — oh, to be able to say things with as much feeling insight as he had — passed away today, January 29, 2009. He said he polished words to make them come out right.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
German Semantics ~
I keep hearing a new phrase they have coined over here in Germany: "The Obama Effect". They use this whenever they talk about the future and the hope of change for the better.
Sunday, February 08, 2009
A Mother's Pain ~
Does the suffering of the mothers who have lost a son in war ever cease, or does the pain only end as she breathes her final breath?
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Candor ~ Daschle Affair
On the radio this morning I heard the President say this: "I screwed up . . . made a mistake. I must see that it doesn't happen again." Amazing words. Amazing man.
Monday, February 02, 2009
Anticipation ~
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So bitter cold this week. Ice and snow. 
I stand at my window and think about my path along the edge of the woods. That will be happiness: to walk there, quietly, in the summertime, with the sun shining on my back.
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