Saturday, February 28, 2009
Buenos Aires landmark
Buenos Aires, called "the Paris of Latin America," deserves its name -- incredible art museums, cultural life, and lots of dog poop on the sidewalks. You can see dog walkers out with 15 dogs at a time. I don't know how they do it! Anyway, this particular sculpture is fascinating because it's equipped with solar batteries that make the flower open in the daylight and close at night. It's my favorite piece of art in the whole city.
Argentina -- Villa la Angostura
Apparently this part of of Latin America (along the Andes) looks a lot like Alaska. It's pristine and wonderful. I'd like to see Alaska before all the glaciers melt.
This is one of many beautiful photos I took when I went to Argentina last fall. We stayed in a cute little cottage at the edge of the lake below. It's a long flight, but worth it!
Labels: Argentina -- near Chilean border
Thursday, February 26, 2009
A PIZZA PARTY
Moe and your editor went out for a pizza pie with Pat, Patrick, Jess and Melissa last night. Nice get-together---and what a mob at the Pizza Parlor---where are all the poor people?
Friday, February 20, 2009
FROM FAMILY ARCHIVES
I rediscovered a little book in which my mother recorded births, baptisms, and so forth. I was the youngest of three children: Jack, Rita, and finally me (Robert)
If you should ever want to do genealogy, these pages might be of interest:
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
YOUR CHOICE
Monday, February 16, 2009
MAYBE TED IS RIGHT
Sunday, February 15, 2009
DAMON RUNYON SAID IT
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
THE CROCUS COMETH
I guess i'm sick of saying, "If Winter comes can Spring be far behind?" Besides, somebody else said it first. But here is the crocus sprouting outside the cellar window on the South side of the house, just as it does every year. Today is February 11, so the crocus is right about on schedule. Maybe Spring will follow, just as it says in the poem.
AUNT LIL
Aunt Lil, sister of John "Mickey" Noonan, and Thomas Noonan, shown here with his eminence, me, sometime in the '40's. Time does erode the memory. Not sure of the name of the infant Lil is holding---had to have been one of children of my brother, Jack, but am not sure.
Lil's real name was Mary. I spent summers at the home of Lil, and her mother, my grandmother. in New Rochelle, New York when I was a pre-teen.