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I have an old textbook I picked up at the second hand book store, titled Eighteenth Century English Literature, by Tillotson, Fussell and Waingrow. Periodically, but without any pattern I can discern, there will appear, in poems and the like, a small superscript circle after a word. What does this mark mean?
Archives in Category: Nostalgia
Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.
We’re almost to May, so most of the spring flowers have bloomed; and Old Man Winter is about to sneak off for good. He might have one or two more windy grumbles left, but that’s it. Flowers now rule the
… finish reading Spring Flowers
In years past, Earl and I would often spend Saturday afternoon sharing some trivial activity. Like going to the grocery store together. Or getting a hot dog. Or visiting an antique shop.
I don’t know what happened to that
… finish reading Lazy Afternoon
Last night, I watched the first game of many in the race for this year’s World Series. Not only are the Chicago Cubs in contention, but the team has a fighting chance to win its first World Series in over
… finish reading Baseball in October
I’m doing my best to avoid television reruns of the 9/11 attack on the World Trade Center buildings. I don’t want to watch the films another time as they’re already seared in my consciousness. I understand that this is a
… finish reading 9/11
Today I took the local commuter train to Chicago to have lunch with the professor who was my advisor when I was working on my Master’s thesis. I graduated from Lake Forest College’s M/LS program almost twenty years ago, so
… finish reading Staying Connected
There is a shelf in my office above the external monitors where I keep mementos, and I was studying them today. The small statue of Brahms was a gift from my piano teacher when I finally mastered the dotted quarter
… finish reading Staring at Me
I’ve never been to Duluth, MN, and might never have come now except for my son Kevin’s plans to participate in Grandma’s Marathon tomorrow. It’s the fortieth anniversary running of this event; and it’s being acknowledged in a big way.
… finish reading Marathon Musings
Waylon and Johnny are dead. Kris is still into music but has a form of dementia as he approaches eighty. And Willie . . . is just Willie. At eighty-three, he’s still on the road making music with his friends.
… finish reading Memory Riff
I got the call last night; Libby had died. She was in her mid-nineties, and I hadn’t seen her in almost twenty years, so our relationship was mostly birthday cards and flowers at Christmas. Still I appreciated the call.
… finish reading Libby