Part of the joy of being a long-term member of an operating room crew is knowing who has you back in any situation.
Operate
Patriarch
There was nothing actually radical about most of us living at the Folkie Palace. Left-Wing, sure. While most of us were self-described as Anarchists, many argued that the description had more to do with our lifestyle than with actual political intent.
Nocturn
Tourist busses were a frequent sight on the streets of Greenwich Village.
The Patience of Stones
My friend Bill had a saying, "you need the patience of stones to see real change in people."
The Transom Eagle
I remembered back to my own Navy days. And recalling the old rubric that "if it moves - salute it. If it doesn't paint it,"
The Future
When they served you pastry at the Cafe Rienzi, you ate the crumbs.
Brains!
Before I settled into more studious behavior at Boston University, I led a sort of half-life. Half in my old folkie dissipated style of living, half in the mode of trotting off to classes, writing papers, and taking exams.
Flashback Friday – The Great Race
We did not hop trains; it was much too dangerous.
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