Curations from the Human Jungle
["There is no bottom," said a wise Silverback, referring to the current political scene. There is, however, for this particular great ape, who found the ground still frozen and not a daffodil in sight as he set off to supposedly plant peas. Oh well, "the cruelest month" ends today, and tomorrow will bring May's flowers.... Continue Reading →
[Occasionally, I think it's important to humanize myself (not easy for a gorilla!) by making a fool of myself. And what more appropriate day to do it than on this day of fools. Vermont is digging out from a spring snow, while I am South of the Border whining about pollen from the magnificent, blossoming... Continue Reading →
The legacy of Yale? There are always memories from the Reunions. Here's from the 45th. https://youtu.be/idqfYklXuhc As president of the Yale Club of Vermont, I am occasionally asked to stand-in at ceremonial occasions for President Salovey. Here I am at the installation of the new President of Middlebury College. https://youtu.be/x_hVmpIdwCM Here Silverback Mark remembers to... Continue Reading →
I have two springtime rituals. 1. I recite, in Olde English, the first 18 lines of Geoffrey Chaucer's Canterbury Tales which I was required to memorize for an English class in my first year of college. "Whanne that April with its shoures ..." This is my best party trick and is, unquestionably, the most valuable... Continue Reading →