I don't know. I've been sick all week, and just today when I started feeling better it's rainy and gray and the wind's blowing like it knows for the first time that winter's on the way. On the radio are competing news stories of folks lining up at 4 a.m. to buy a new phone and further reports from Occupy Wall Street. And more than a year away, I'm already weary of the coming political circus we know as a Presidential election. It seems fitting,somehow, that yesterday, a day after Columbus Day, Paul Simon turned seventy (did you know his middle name is Frederic?). Turns out he wrote the quintessential song for today more than thirty-five years ago, more than half his life ago. Appropriately, I guess, you have to put up with a little (going a long way) Dick Cavett to enjoy this American Tune.
The folks at Buzzfeed.com have some great photos of the whole Occupy thing. This one is Pulitzer-winning scary (look at that left hand, that right finger).
This one is pure haiku.
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