somewhere around Louden, Tn.

artist in her 90's

 

plane and march '64 pic of dealy plaza

 

egg thing and xenophon

Epitaph of a blues man:

"I didn't wake up this mornin' "

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the greekman's blues

 Rage.    Goddess, sing the rage of Peleus' son Achilleus,
murderous, doomed, that cost the Achaeans countless losses,
hurling down to the House of Death so many sturdy souls,
great fighters' souls, but made their bodies carrion,
feasts for the dogs and birds,
and the will of Zeus was moving toward its end.


---Homer, the wandering kithara player     (edited Robert Fagles' translation)

 If you see the will of Zeus coming-----look busy.

                                  fixer-upper

 

a rising tide lifts all boats

 

 chuck berry wrote on my piece of paper

 

dog at bat

 

the solid brass ram's head-and-foot legs form a tripod which supports, at ram's head height, a foot-and-a-half diameter marble piece thru which the lamp support post rises and holds with variable height nine lamps radiating spoke-like out.

 

yearbook page c.1960

Two maggots fought in dead ernest.
---Frank Gilbreth, Sr.