Epistemic Ingemination

40 years ago today, my mom died.

She was a wonderful person, in the true sense of that word, and I am a very lucky guy to have had her influence for nine years and change. Lord only knows what kind of fool I might’ve been without her brief guidance. I’m still a fool, but I’m not a clueless fool. She was remains a great mother.

Rest well, beautiful spirit. I’ll be fifty this year. We’ll confer again soon enough, and I’ll continue to rely upon your wisdom even then, I am quite sure.

So I’m on a plane for Memphis at 5:40 AM. Going to see my buddy Louis and work the Folk Alliance Convention. I wrote about it a couple of years ago; it’s real.

I’ll try to post a blogpiece or two. This is what I came here to do.

Forward….

I was writing to someone close about someone else close, and realized that it was close to the heart…

[...] highly intelligent, profoundly curious, proudly liberal, highly social and socially forgiving, not petty, not a gossip, not a person to sweat the small stuff; morally proud, ethically fierce; a compassionate and fearless man.

JFTR: That’s what I want to be when I grow up.

1. Go to Wikipedia.

2. Click on the random article button.

3. Read for a while.

4. Goto #2.

I have this set up as my browser home page. Celebrate your Inner Nerd!

I’ve got the chicken browning in the oven; home-made andouille, shrimp, ham, crab and stock await the boilin’ pot, and I’m starting on the roux here in a bit. It’s gonna be a gumbo kind of day.

Happy Mardi Gras, friends. Laissez Les Bon Temps Roulez!

It was about seventeen or eighteen years ago tonight that I was sitting in a diner in Hoboken, about this time of night, reading a book. Just right outside the Holland Tunnel, on the other side of The River; Bruce Hornsby came up on the jukebox, and I still remember.
Just sayin’.