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That's where our listeners' imagination kicks in, colorbook. I have often thought that description is the most difficult part of any cyberspace situation.

For example, when Raggedy posted the picture of Greg Peck, and we announced it, most folks already had a mental image, but you are right, and in the future we will describe the pictures, if that is at all possible.

For example, fans. Who do you visualize when you hear colorbook?

Hey, did anyone have any trouble visualizing that?

Not me. I see a little girl in a spring frock laden with flowers plopped on the floor with a box of crayons gleefully drawing in the library book you have to return tomorrow.

I didn't have any trouble

I apologize if this was posted before…but it is fun listen to


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I see a cat staring...

Oops. I think we're mixing horses and coloring books.

That cat is not staring...it's smiling

Oh, my Gawd, colorbook, I love that. I never do business on line, and now I know why.

Francis, don't you realize that cats are familiars to witches?(but, then, colorbook is not a black cat) hmmmm. More Poe.

Once, long ago, Roger the rat, Ceili of Canada, and I described each other, simply based on the writing. It was fun.

It is like the moon, it lost a memory, it's smiling alone..

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If this is Thursday I've got to practice a song for tomorrow. Thinking of Letty I think it should be Kisses Sweeter than Wine. Let's ask Peter Paul & Mary to step up to the mike.


Kisses Sweeter Than Wine

When I was a young man and never been kissed
I got to thinking it over what I had missed.
I got me a girl, I kissed her and then
Oh Lord, I kissed her again.

Chorus:
Oh, kisses sweeter than wine,
Oh, kisses sweeter than wine

I asked her to marry and be my sweet wife,
And we would be so happy the rest of our lives.
I begged and I pleaded like a natural man,
And then, Oh Lord, she gave me her hand.

(Chorus)

I worked mighty hard and so did my wife,
Workin' hand in hand to make a good life.
With corn in the field and wheat in the bins,
I was, Oh Lord, the father of twins.


(Chorus)

Our children they numbered just about four,
They all had sweethearts knockin' at the door.
They all got married and they didn't hesitate;
I was, Oh Lord, the grandmother of eight.

(Chorus)

Now that we're old, and ready to go,
We get to thinkin' what happened a long time ago.
We had a lot of kids, trouble and pain,
But, Oh Lord, We'd do it again.

(Chorus)

Caught up in the bliss of mind, like the moon, and memories entwined, like kisses sweeter than wine, and the color that enhances them.

So let us all conspire to change the sorry scheme entire, and imagine our sincerest desire of what used to be and the here and now.

That's my way of saying how wonderful it is to hear and see without benefit of visuality.

Yes, Bob, dedicate that song to all of us here and think of Francis' catacombs.

Hi! Checking in with the April 7 birthdays:


1770 William Wordsworth, poet/philosopher (Cumberland, England; died 1850)
1873 John McGraw, baseball player/manager (Truxton, NY; died 1934)
1884 Bronislaw Malinowski, anthropologist/author (Krakow, Poland; died 1942)
1897 Walter Winchell, journalist/broadcaster (New York, NY; died 1972)
1915 Billie Holiday, jazz singer (Philadelphia, PA; died 1959)
1920 Ravi Shankar, musician (Benares, India)
1928 James Garner, actor (Norman, OK)
1933 Wayne Rogers, actor (Birmingham, AL)
1934 Ian Richardson, actor (Edinburgh, Scotland)
1938 Edmund G. (Jerry) Brown Jr., Oakland mayor, California governor, and presidential candidate (San Francisco, CA)
1939 Francis Ford Coppola, filmmaker (Detroit, MI)
David Frost, TV personality (Tenterden, England)
1951 Janis Ian, singer/songwriter (New York, NY)
1954 Jackie Chan, actor (Hong Kong)
Tony Dorsett, football player (Rochester, PA)
1964 Russell Crowe, actor (Auckland, New Zealand)





Billie Holliday


Janis Ian

"Kisses Sweeter That Wine" was recorded by many before Peter, Paul and Mary recorded it. In this country Frankie Vaughan did a cover version of a ?Jimmy Justice? version, and I think The Weavers (Peter Seeger and all them) did in before that, in the early 1950s.
Good song, I always liked it.

Golf, Letty? I'm not sure whether the game was invented in Scotland or not, but I think we were the first to organise the modern game and write its rules. The Royal and Ancient golf club in St Andrews, Fife, Scotland is for that reason known as the "Home of Golf". I think the Scots were the first to lay out a lot of municipal golf courses so everbody could have a go, not just the wealthy. It was an inclusive occasion, not an exclusive one.

There she is, our Raggedy friend, with pictures and celebs, no end.

I had always thought that Janis Ian did "You and Me Against the World", but I couldn't find the song by her. So many different vocalists do so many different things.

You and me against the world
Sometimes it feels like you and me against the world
When all the others turn their back and walk away
You can count on me to stay

Remember when the circus came to town
And you were frightened by the clown?
Wasn't it nice to be around someone that you knew?
Someone who was big and strong and looking out for

You and me against the world
Sometimes it feels like you and me against the world
And for all the times we've cried I always felt that
The odds were on our side

And when one of us is gone
And one of us is left to carry on
Then remembering will have to do
Our memories alone will get us through
Think about the days of me and you
Of you and me against the world

Remember when the circus came to town
And you were frightened by the clown?
Wasn't it nice to be around someone that you knew?
Someone who was big and strong and looking out for

You and me against the world
Sometimes it feels like you and me against the world
And for all the times we've cried I always felt that
The odds were on our side

And when one of us is gone
And one of us is left to carry on
Then remembering will have to do
Our memories alone will get us through
Think about the days of me and you
Of you and me against the world
You and me against the world
You and me against the world.

And Wordsworth tells us exactly what imagination is:

"but oft when on my couch I lie,
In vacant or in pensive mood,
The flash upon that INWARD EYE,
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with rapture fills,
And dances with the daffodils."

No one reading that poem would ever mistake what a daffodil looks like, would they, listeners.

A small anecdote that all may appreciate, but one that Francis will catch immediately.

When I taught, a colleague of mine decided that she was going to stage a teacher talent play. She cast me in the role of chartreuse.She meant, of course, chanteuse.

Thanks, McTag. Tiger Wood made it an inclusive game here as well.

The heavens have opened up, and are raging. There are really dumb folks huddled under a shelter here on our golf course.

Later, my friends.

More about the chartreuse :

Chartreuse of Parme - Stendhal

Jean Paul Sartre, philosopher, jokingly called his lover Simone de Beauvoir, "La Sartreuse de Charme"

Good evening. I am astounded at how many new pages of material get posted here each day. By the time I get to read everything, the subject matter has become pretty old.
But yes, Miss Letty, back before UVA went coed it was an extreme party school and there was a song that the college boys sang:
1st line: From Rugby Road to Vinegar Hill, we're going to get drunk tonight
2nd line: (same as the first) 3rd line (same as the second) and so on.
Bob, i reckon I had heard the notion of Poe writing The Raven in MA. Did you know that he attended UVA? His room on the Lawn is now a quasi-museum, made to look like what it might have looked like in his day.
He lasted only about one school year before his financial sponsor pulled the plug on him. He was prone to drinking and gambling. He excelled at the former but, because of that, he evidently stank at the latter. He also reportedly spent a fair amount of time wandering around the area where I now live, then in forest and field, talking to himself.
The forests and fields are pretty much gone now, replaced by Walmart and Kroger etc. But you may be pleased to note that realjohboy spends a lot of time wandering around his property, talking to himself.

Storms have subsided a bit here, and the smell of ozone hangs in the air.

Francis, I know Sartre, but I cannot for the life of me get the French connection with his paramour. (my Irish friend once called that power mower.)

All that comes to my inward eye is a song that echoes from afar:

Viva, viva, viva l'amore, viva le company. (phonetic, of course)

Sorry, my dear friend from Paris. I'm learning, I think.

.....when she was a little startled by seeing the Cheshire Cat sitting on a bough of a tree a few yards off.

The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice. It looked good- natured, she thought: still it had VERY long claws and a great many teeth, so she felt that it ought to be treated with respect.

`Cheshire Puss,' she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider. `Come, it's pleased so far,' thought Alice, and she went on. `Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'

`That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.

`I don't much care where--' said Alice.

`Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.

`--so long as I get SOMEWHERE,' Alice added as an explanation.

`Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, `if you only walk long enough.'

Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried another question. `What sort of people live about here?'

`In THAT direction,' the Cat said, waving its right paw round, `lives a Hatter: and in THAT direction,' waving the other paw, `lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad.'

`But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.

`Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'

`How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.

`You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.'

Alice didn't think that proved it at all; however, she went on `And how do you know that you're mad?'

`To begin with,' said the Cat, `a dog's not mad. You grant that?'

`I suppose so,' said Alice.

`Well, then,' the Cat went on, `you see, a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.'

`I call it purring, not growling,' said Alice.

`Call it what you like,' said the Cat. `Do you play croquet with the Queen to-day?'

`I should like it very much,' said Alice, `but I haven't been invited yet.'

`You'll see me there,' said the Cat, and vanished.

Alice was not much surprised at this, she was getting so used to queer things happening. While she was looking at the place where it had been, it suddenly appeared again.

`By-the-bye, what became of the baby?' said the Cat. `I'd nearly forgotten to ask.'

`It turned into a pig,' Alice quietly said, just as if it had come back in a natural way.

`I thought it would,' said the Cat, and vanished again.

Alice waited a little, half expecting to see it again, but it did not appear, and after a minute or two she walked on in the direction in which the March Hare was said to live. `I've seen hatters before,' she said to herself; `the March Hare will be much the most interesting, and perhaps as this is May it won't be raving mad--at least not so mad as it was in March.' As she said this, she looked up, and there was the Cat again, sitting on a branch of a tree.

`Did you say pig, or fig?' said the Cat.

`I said pig,' replied Alice; `and I wish you wouldn't keep appearing and vanishing so suddenly: you make on quite giddy.'

`All right,' said the Cat; and this time it vanished quite slowly, beginning with the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, which remained some time after the rest of it had gone.

`Well! I've often seen a cat without a grin,' thought Alice; `but a grin without a cat! It's the most curious thing I ever saw in my life!'