"From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines, going where I list, my own master total and absolute, Listening to others, considering well what they say, Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me."
Walt Whitman (1819-92)
"When I look back now over my life and call to mind what I might have had simply for taking and did not take, my heart is like to break."
Akhenaton (d. c.1354 BC)
And now, the current weather, from some random person we pulled off the street:
Sunday, December 16, 2007
The Real One (Part 2) The Real Story of Santa Claus
Face the Music II Steve Swartzmiller, the police chief of New Riegel, Ohio, was awakened at 2:30 a.m. to the sound of someone breaking in through his front door. He grabbed his service sidearm and went to investigate, and found a man sitting at his piano. “He got up, and the chief told him to sit back down, and then he started playing,” says the incident report. “He played beautifully, even as intoxicated as he was.” The man told the chief he needed a ride, and he got one: in a patrol car to jail. Shawn Chadwell, 19, was charged with burglary and underage drinking. Officers say Chadwell was looking for a party, and got the wrong house. (Toledo Blade) ...“Don’t shoot me, I’m only the piano player.” Available in This is True: Book Collection Vol. 11
