The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    Hi there, come on in.

    By barefooted on Tue, 12/20/2016 - 9:09pm |

    Hi there, come on in.  Here, I’ll take that.  No, don’t worry about getting anything wet … it’s not like it hasn’t rained, snowed, sleeted or cussed us out before, right?  Believe me, this carpet has seen more of this mess than I want to think about!  Just come in and get warm, that’s what’s important right now.  I know, I know … but that’s why we’re together.

    Wow.  Did everybody bring food?  Usually it’s the few that we depend on to feed us but tonight it looks like somebody - oh.  I’m sorry.  OK, right now we have a new rule that I just made up: nothing is over the limit, beyond the pale (whatever that is), tasteless or unspeakable.  We say what we feel tonight and we say it out loud to everybody.  What?  Yeah, I know, but we’re not such a bad sort and we won’t deliberately hurt anyone.  Will we?  I just can’t help but wonder if he was here, wouldn’t he want us to speak up and out?  Laugh and be silly?  Hmm?  Oh, you’re right, of course.  He’d also be the first to offer open arms for the hug we all really need.  Goodness gracious, I’m sad.  I just am.

    Talk to me.  I’ll talk back, I promise.  Let’s just not let this space become empty without the person who opened it … instead, let’s grow it for him.  Because of him.

        

    Comments

    I have a Challah bread in the oven ... I'm not Jewish, but I love that bread!  I have recently gotten into baking bread, so am still finding my way.  Baking is awesome in general ... especially when you have people around you who love gobbling it up!  Do any of you have something you like to cook?


    by barefooted on Tue, 12/20/2016 - 9:48pm

    I was afraid of hitting on this new post.

    I am so afraid of so many things.

    There was a time that

    I was even more afraid

    Of being alive.

    hahahahah

    Where might we go where we are not belittled?

    Oh Missy is there.

    Thank you missy. hahahah

    Oh there is a song.

    There is always a song.

    I get so very lost Missy.

     


    by Richard Day on Wed, 12/21/2016 - 11:03pm

    We all get lost now and then, Dick, you know that.  What matters is that we keep trying to find our way ... with a little help from our friends! 


    by barefooted on Thu, 12/22/2016 - 2:13pm

    I almost cried when I saw this. It reminded me of days past when we did this every night - shared a glass of whatever each evening, sometimes late into the night. I remember one special occasion when I brought real glass glasses to drink from, and another when I popped in to clean out the fridge (you were always such a wonderful hostess, but that fridge...you never seemed to be able to make time to toss the stuff that was green and furry!)

     


    by stillidealistic on Mon, 12/26/2016 - 5:05pm

    It would never have been the same without you, Still.  The get-togethers --- and the frig!  Come to think of it, since you're here ...  cheeky


    by barefooted on Mon, 12/26/2016 - 7:39pm

    Ha! So, it's still an issue after all these years? I'm not nearly as concerned about it anymore. Something about having 4 grandchildren to chase after makes yucky refrigerators must less important! But, you're right...now that I'm here, I may as well toss a few things...


    by stillidealistic on Tue, 12/27/2016 - 12:26am

    Each day marches on.
    And I fall behind a step,
    running to catch up.


    by moat on Thu, 12/29/2016 - 8:40pm

    Running to catch up

    only works if what you hope

    to reach is in sight.

      If it is farther away,

      a steady pace moves forward.


    by barefooted on Thu, 12/29/2016 - 8:54pm