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28.1.15
A Photograph of a Cat on the Farm (in Louisiana)
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Art & Music,
cat,
farm,
feline,
louisiana,
photograph
I am an educator and a writer. I was born in Louisiana and I now live in the Big Apple. My heart beats to the rhythm of "Ain't No Place to Pee on Mardi Gras Day". My style is of the hot sauce variety. I love philosophy sprinkles and a hot cup of café au lait.
Letter from Walker Percy to Fr. Dominic Braud, O.S.B.
American novelist Walker Percy wrote Fr. Dominic Braud a letter on March 9, 1980.
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Letter from Walker Percy to Fr. Dominic Braud, O.S.B. (Stamped March 10, 2010; Handwritten) |
Fr. Dominic Braud, O.S.B. was the choirmaster at Saint Joseph Abbey and Seminary College in St. Benedict, Louisiana for decades. He was a Benedictine monk and priest and he had formed a friendship with Percy after Percy had become an Oblate of Saint Benedict. In the following letter, it appears that Braud had sent Percy a copy of a poem written by William Alexander Percy that was set to music. William Alexander Percy was Walker Percy's guardian and raised Percy as if he were his own father. Click the link to retrieve a scan of the envelope, the back of the envelope, and the actual letter.
I have transcribed the letter thus:
I have transcribed the letter thus:
Walker Percy
P.O. Box 510
Covington, LA 70433
March 9, 1980
Dear Father Dominic —
It was very good of you to send me the Green setting of Uncle Will's poem. No, I don't remember seeing it and so am all the more grateful for having it.
What would you say to my coming out sometime and demanding that you sing it? — Otherwise I'll never know how it sounds —
Many Thanks again, Walker
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Books & Literature,
catholic,
handwriting,
letter,
novelists,
priest,
walker percy
I am an educator and a writer. I was born in Louisiana and I now live in the Big Apple. My heart beats to the rhythm of "Ain't No Place to Pee on Mardi Gras Day". My style is of the hot sauce variety. I love philosophy sprinkles and a hot cup of café au lait.
27.1.15
Postcard of Multnomah Falls in Oregon (With Transcript)
A postcard depicting Multnomah Falls
in the Columbia River Gorge, Multnomah County, Oregon, U.S. [frontside]
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Birthday Letter [backside] |
I don't remember where I found this postcard, but I think it was in a public library book on bats.
According to the postcard, Multnomah Falls is the second-highest waterfall in the United States (and it is located 30 miles east of Portland, Oregon on the Columbia River).
I am an educator and a writer. I was born in Louisiana and I now live in the Big Apple. My heart beats to the rhythm of "Ain't No Place to Pee on Mardi Gras Day". My style is of the hot sauce variety. I love philosophy sprinkles and a hot cup of café au lait.
25.1.15
A Post to Say I Posted: "Bayou Castine, Mandeville, Louisiana"
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Art & Music,
bayou,
louisiana,
photograph
I am an educator and a writer. I was born in Louisiana and I now live in the Big Apple. My heart beats to the rhythm of "Ain't No Place to Pee on Mardi Gras Day". My style is of the hot sauce variety. I love philosophy sprinkles and a hot cup of café au lait.
27.11.14
On Gratitude
There is an ancient myth that the world is carried aloft on the shell of a great, cosmic turtle.
I thank the turtle that holds the world aloft.
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cosmology,
gratitude,
Thanksgiving
I am an educator and a writer. I was born in Louisiana and I now live in the Big Apple. My heart beats to the rhythm of "Ain't No Place to Pee on Mardi Gras Day". My style is of the hot sauce variety. I love philosophy sprinkles and a hot cup of café au lait.
26.11.14
Chef Boyardee: Wheat Girl
An ad campaign from Chef Boyardee |
The original ad copy reads:
Oh look, a mother's daydream. It'll never be a reality. So serve them Chef Boyardee Whole Grain Beefaroni, now with whole grain pasta. Just don't tell them.Obviously Delicious. Secretly Nutritious.
Image Source: Zachary Scott
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advertistment,
chef boyardee
I am an educator and a writer. I was born in Louisiana and I now live in the Big Apple. My heart beats to the rhythm of "Ain't No Place to Pee on Mardi Gras Day". My style is of the hot sauce variety. I love philosophy sprinkles and a hot cup of café au lait.
23.11.14
On a Sunday Trip Over the Verrazano Narrows Bridge
Verrazano Bridge |
It is often visible when I'm out and about walking around my neighborhood. Even though I live about fifty blocks away.
It's an impressive bridge. But too bad there ain't pedestrian walkways or a bike path. Only once a year, for the NYC marathon are its gates open for peeps.
Lately, I've had to make trips across the Narrows for work. So I get to see the bridge up close.
I feel like Travolta in Saturday Night Fever.
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bridge,
new york city
I am an educator and a writer. I was born in Louisiana and I now live in the Big Apple. My heart beats to the rhythm of "Ain't No Place to Pee on Mardi Gras Day". My style is of the hot sauce variety. I love philosophy sprinkles and a hot cup of café au lait.
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