I met K. V. when he delivered my college
commencement address at the State
University at Fredonia several centuries ago.
He made a small poem (seemingly extemporaneously):
Hey Sonia,
why not meet me at Fredonia.
I'll give ya a begonia.
Really, Sonia,
won'tcha?
Afterward, since I was on the selecting
committee, got to have lunch with him
so I asked about that--among other things.
He knew full well the history of Fredonia
and the embroglio the Marx Brothers had
and wanted to enter into that field something
as much fun. It worked, confounding some,
delighting others.
After lunch, we had a quick opportunity
(he was booked for AM as well as PM
commencement excercises) to stroll (about
eight of us) up Central Avenue to Mark Twain's
old house. He was eager to see it. Then I told
him that the funeral home next door (the basement)
was a stop on the underground railroad, corresponding
to the same time as Clemens's homestead. He wanted
to see the basement, but alas, there was no one there
that day...
A remarkably kind, indulgent and full of fun guy.
Gerald S.
> Yes, another loss.
>
> I remember him just last year on CBC wondering how his beloved country
> could have gone so stupid as to not only elect but re-elect Bush. His
> caustic anger needed as much now as ever...
>
> Doug
> On 11-Apr-07, at 11:38 PM, Jon Corelis wrote:
>
>> ...I would write a history of human stupidity; and I would climb to
>> the top of Mount McCabe and lie down on my back with my history for a
>> pillow; and I would take from the ground some of the blue-white poison
>> that makes statues of men; and I would make a statue of myself, lying
>> on my back, grinning horribly, and thumbing my nose at You Know Who.
>>
>> -- Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
>> 1922 - 2007
>>
>> --
>> ===================================
>>
>> Jon Corelis www.geocities.com/jgcorelis/
>>
>> ===================================
>>
>>
> Douglas Barbour
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>
> lipsynching awe all the way to the grave of the unknown onus:
> memory stutter; one smidgen, one scantling of thank.
>
> Dennis Lee
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