Southpaw Grammar

I won’t kid you, this really puts a damper on my plans to go down Wildwood at the New Jersey shore this weekend.

My censorship experiment has ended and I am no closer to understanding why the Tumblr wizards flagged today’s Ferry Friday post as Mature Content.

As you saw, I reposted with a different song, thinking the word “slave” may have triggered the censorship. Then, I posted songs with that potentially offensive word. Crickets.

Which leads me to conclude, in the words of Sgt. Schultz of Hogan’s Heros that “I know nothing.”

We ended up at the entrance to the pedestrian ramp of the Brooklyn Bridge. We had never before seen this great span.

From the Brooklyn side, the bridge rises in a graded arc. The
central walkway and the roads for automobiles are flanked by its
soaring suspension cables.

As my mother pointed out the distant ships in harbor and river, from that great height the size of boats in bathtubs, we reached the top of the rising arc. Then, for the first time, I saw them: spires aimed at the sky. Dozens of them. Hundreds of them. All gilded by morning sun.

"What is it?" I said in a stupefied way (as my mother told
me years later).

"Sure, you remember, Peter," she said. "You've seen it
before." And then she smiled. "It's Oz."

And so it was.

We stand on the shoulders of giants.

North Church in Columbus, Indiana.

Most of it needs excising. Even if we’re fearful that we might be missing something. We are probably not. We have to discard. We have to throw things away, cleanse the doors of our perception and work out what is worth looking at, what is worth remembering, what are the images that matter, what will we retain.”

Lunchtime.

Softly scrambled farm fresh eggs. Caramelized onions, sautéed low and slow- cover the pan for the first 15 minutes. A little Parmigiano Reggiano cheese grated over the top. A quick turn of the pepper grinder. Serve on a cold plate, the eggs continue to cook after they are removed from the pan. I’ll have a handful of fresh picked blueberries afterwards and get back to work.

Much like me, this meal is satisfying and simple. And, also much like me, the onions take their time and are worth it.

I saw you last night and got that old feeling

When you came in sight, I got that old feeling

The moment that you danced by, I felt a thrill

And when you caught my eye, my heart stood still