E Pluribus Unum is the motto. From Many, One It did not describe a melting pot.
I dream of T-cells now.
As a child, I didnít know it, but they had silver in the coins.
Who knew economists could be so poetic?
It was my very first convention, And a man with white hair came to visit.
A Pundit's prognostications...
We have a painting, Of Popeye The Sailor Man...
Like a leaf Floating gently to the ground...
Hannah Arendt watched Eichmann at his trial...
Convention Cities: Chicago, New York, San Francisco. Great, glorious, gargantuan, reaching cities...
There is a poem here, In the sweat...
I am accustomed to ghosts presenting themselves in Manhattan...
Is it just me?
Taken this subway line since I was a boy.
The very sound lulling, Gently, caressing.
The long and the short of it is this: Is history linear?
October , 1997
Atlanta was consumed By fire: On a march to the sea.
The subject is ten. Think of a blast off, a glorious rocket counting down 10, 9, 8 . . .
It is doubtful that Davy Crockett "killed himself a bear when he was only three" as the song goes.
Abraham Lincoln used to tell a story about an Eastern monarch who charged his wise men to invent a phrase that would always be true and appropriate, at every time, and in every situation.
Escape the sight that all can clearly see
"Journey to the Future" - That's PMA's line In a city so ancient, by America's time.