I don’t have an iconic tune to reference my antonymical send up to last week’s post. Instead, I conducted a very scientific observation of everyone with whom I came in contact over the past week and, contrary to expectation, the frown, the dire visage, the worried look was scarce…very scarce. …
I love Charlie Chaplin’s haunting melody from Modern Times. It endured for 18 years before John Turner and Geoffrey Parsons added the timeless lyric that has made it a classic of the American Songbook. The mix of its melancholy mood and hopeful sentiment has placed it among the most recorded…
I received an email this week from a learned friend. In a nutshell, it was about speaking out…good thing?…bad thing?…you know, the frivolous, Quixotic enterprise I pursue each week with varying levels of gusto. Obviously, I encourage opinion, in particular, the non-baseless variety, the chiding schoolyard comeback or unapologetically obtuse…