Want to yell, shout, scream,
Hey World, I am not the Droid
you are looking for!
Category: These United States
May 28 – found myself
having found myself
on many sides, arguments
often, what to think?
May 27 – One Flag
one flag, one nation
indivisible liberty
and justice for all

1892
(first version)
“I pledge allegiance to my Flag and the Republic for which it stands, one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”
1892 to 1923
(early revision by Bellamy)
“I pledge allegiance to my Flag and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”
1923 to 1924
“I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”
1924 to 1954
“I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”
1954
(current version, per 4 U.S.C. §4)
“I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”
May 7 – Hum of the Highway
Hum of the Highway
Sound of America singing
Not Walt Whitman’s song
All day long, like white noise (by itself a terrible nuance of this age) or the low drone of of a far off bagpipe, I hear the hum of thousand’s of engines. The low whoosh of cars and trucks forcing their way through air.
It’s background music for this techno era of auto tuned electronics.
Not the same music Walt Whitman wrote about.
BY WALT WHITMAN
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The wood-cutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
May 4 – book lovers welcome
book lovers welcome
as all great literature
haunted by the ghosts
Adapted from the notice posted at the entrance to the bookshop, Parnassus at Home, located in, according to the book, The Haunted Bookshop, by Christopher Morley, Brooklyn, NY.

There was a time in my life when almost everyone in the circles that I inhabited, owned a copy of this book.
One person whose name I can’t recall, felt it was her prize possession, especially after she had it signed by Garrision Keillor.
If you haven’t read it, it is a pleasant couple of hours and available online for free here.
As an aside, the first time I was given a copy by my sister Janet’s mother-in-law, Betty Benish. I still have it.