Mary told wonderful stories of those days; including one of
her flying with the base mailman in an open cockpit plane — upside down — over
Grand Island, much to the concern of her landlady, Mrs. Livingston.
Oh, but that's such a small part. Read it all.
And while reading Andy Borowitz, I saw this piece. If they gave the Nobel to Dylan, Leonard Cohen can't be far behind.
He alternated between extreme discipline and the varieties
of abandon. There were days of fasting to concentrate the mind. There were
drugs to expand it: pot, speed, acid. “I took trip after trip, sitting on my
terrace in Greece, waiting to see God,” he said years later. “Generally, I
ended up with a bad hangover.”
No word on whether he ever flew upside down in an open cockpit plane. But then, it doesn't sound like he needed the plane.
"Putting your house in order, if you can do it, is one of the
most comforting activities, and the benefits of it are incalculable.”
Words to live by.
"If they gave the Nobel to Dylan, Leonard Cohen can't be far behind."
ReplyDeleteUnless he dies first. The Nobel isn't awarded to people who die before the committee makes its decision.
That written, his winning would make Canada proud.
They don't give the Nobel to dead people? That's so unfair. Bunch of necrophobes.
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