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Daily Post Take Care

“Take care now” was my Mom’s usual good-bye. Other sage advice from the same source: “Look both ways when crossing the street.” “Always wear “good” underwear in case you are in an accident.” “Use the bathroom before you leave the house, just because.” ” In three years, you will laugh about this.”  My favorite on the occasion of moving to the big city at 18 yrs old…”Make friends with the police and the bartenders.” 



Mellow Monday

Useless knowledge:  Julia Child worked as an advertising copywriter for a furniture store before she became the “queen of cuisine” and darling of TV’s PBS.

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No Man is an Island – Part 2

John Donne, one of the most famous Metaphysica...
John Donne, one of the most famous Metaphysical Poets. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When I was 17 years old in 1965, I went on one of the most memorable dates of my life. This was the first time I heard the poem by John Donne that sparked the song. We lived in Jersey, an hour or two from NYC.  The drinking age was 18 then which still had me underage so we were sober. (I got carded everywhere until I was 25.) Anyway we had tickets to a old fashion vaudeville show in “The City” which turned out to be very entertaining and quite great. We walked and talked and laughed and watched the people. Dinner came from street vendors, serenaded by the life and energy of New York. As it got later, time came to go back to the car……but where exactly did we leave it? We walked and walked and still could not find it. Somehow we ended up in the Bowery section and gained a walking companion. Granted he was an old drunk but a learned, interesting one who spoke to us of the preciousness of young love and life and truth. His oration of this poem brought tears to my eyes. In retrospect, what is most impressive craziness was that I was barefoot- my fancy heels were in my hand by then. Oh yes, we turned a corner and our friend was gone but we had found the car.

No Man is an Island     by John Donne

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee. 

John Donne