You: Why Dave; why now?
Me: Well, I've two talented kids; the younger mentioned my stopping with the lectures. Then enthusiastically asked, 'Dad, can I help you set up a blog?' Moments later, Me: 'OK, that's great, thinkin' they might just read it someday.
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repressing gossip and hate-speech, while protecting our Republic's necessary freedom to righteously offend.
An Inspired Mappable Ponderosity:
'To say: "He is a man of truth," is to say nothing; to say: "He is a man of of," is to state an elementary truth of logic.'
Winston Davids, 1969 - Trinity College
And thanks for pianoforte: 'Anything from the 14th century on...' and at my wedding: DC, 1979.
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Vivila Difference! Also notice the exceptional abilities with the complex of associative memory processing. Men are much more ‘operationally proficient’ to neutralize a target; determining the scope and access to that target may well be an overwhelming task for men as they also must maintain stealth. The TV show ‘Person of Interest’ shows the multifaceted computer tracking of targets; leaving the operational details completely in the hands of the ex Seal master.
And finally to quote my dad, a pediatrician, and former pathologist for the Typhus Commission during WWII and commanding officer for the ‘recovery and autopsies of those at Dachau after VE day’, ‘Why do women want equal rights, when they already are superior?’ He worked with mothers everyday, he founded a special ranch school for challenged youth, really infants to retirees; he was a consummate gentleman, freedom lover, and generous, quiet man. We wrote a book together, or rather I helped edit and was allowed to put in a few thoughts. His pediatric practice of 42 years where he donated at least one day per week to the Infant Welfare Society and others was based in our ‘country home’, an early 20th century farmhouse, where one neighbor had converted her barn into a home and the loft into a piano and harpsichord hall. We had horses, rented stalls, I milked a cow for 2 years and sold the raw milk, until high school.
Kids would love to come to the doctor and go look at the horses. It was totally against the building codes in a quite, quiet fancy neighborhood. One neighbor had a putting green into the public Forest Preserve; we had about 30 acres of hay pasture and grazing land. Another neighbor had a indoor swimming pool, tennis court, and owned a steel mill, and paid me 25 cents to shovel his driveway once. With the riots in Chicago, they invited a group of black leaders over for a social event and everyone seemed to feel no pain, one so much so that he barely could be retrieved from the swimming pool, upon which my dad was called at about 2AM to make sure he was ok. Dad arrived with him still wet on the pool deck, to which he said… ‘Get him some dry clothes’. The host had hesitated and admitted that ‘his were all custom made’, but finally his wife and some concerned looks brought out something dry. My dad always thought this was a good example of how ‘liberals and others attempt to save themselves’.
My mother, once remarked when our kitchen or eating room was filled with the nurses and assistants for my dad, ‘I married you, Robbins (she called him Robbins), for better or worse, but not for lunch.’
I think even she cracked a smile. They married on Derby Day, a good bet that lasted almost 62 years and their parting the same year, she 96 and he 93.