...in homes of the railroad earth when high in the sky the magic stars ride above the hotshot freight trains...
-Jack Kerouac, "October in the Railroad Earth"
Interestingly, I just talked to W. E. B. DuBois's granddaughter on the phone last night.
I have often wondered why more slave owners did not have their throats slit while they lay abed.Of course, the reprisals would have been ugly, and doubtless carried out much the way the Nazis did.As for the memorial, an additional sentence should have said: "Ah, the good old days."
So interesting -- I haven't visited in a while, and I wish that you'd post more! I get so much from your blog when you do. Thank you for posting that button and for "voting" for me. Your kind words mean a lot.
Today is the fiftieth anniversary of the first Goodyear Blimp stadium shot. Of course, they didn't know then how popular the shots would become. I guess these dirigibles continue to surprise.I recall driving somewhere while a few colorful dirigibles were flying nearby. I felt like a motorboat (stinkpots, we called them growing up) among yachts with their spinnakers unfurled.I also just played, for the umpteenth time, Edward R. Morrow's "I Can Hear It Now," a two-album recording of U.S. history from 1919 to 1945. It includes the famous broadcast of the Hindenburg fire in New Jersey. These airships really capture the imagination.
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