LuLu Locks is a Providence staple. She’s the owner of Suite Tart and Providence Pinup and she’s a pretty decent gardener too. Read more
Stock Culinary Goods in Providence has handcrafted and curated products that are all Made on Honor.
A trip to Central Park Zoo. April, 2016.
Merle Haggard’s dead.
Most of the obituaries cite Okie from Muskogee as his defining hit. A fast search finds that that song is about as square as it gets. Read more
I’ve always been fascinated by the occult and with the power of persuasive people. Jim Jones, Charles Manson, David Koresh, Donal Drumpf, even Adolf Hitler. I don’t agree with what these people are espousing but I’m fascinated by the methods they used to take normal people and turn them into their willing subjects willing to fight, kill and die for them. I don’t know if there is a defining trait that binds all of these people but they all do a great job of convincing people to sacrifice their will for the good of their cause. Read more
Like cats? How about more cats?
The cats at Ernest Hemingway’s house in Key West, Florida do what they please. They roam the grounds. Sit in the shade. Climb trees.
The keepers of the property give visitors specific instructions. “You can pet the cats but please refrain from picking them up.” That is true of most of the beautiful things of Key West. Even the beautiful butterflies of the conservatory. And I’m sure it is also true of the women that walk up and down Duval Street.
The cats are around people constantly. So many different people. So many different scents, aromas, essences, auras, personas that they seem to all be a blur. The cats pay hardly any mind to the individual behind the friendly fingers. They just stretch luxuriously and take the caress until one of the caretakers says it’s time for dinner.
And when they eventually pass away they are lovingly placed in the ground on the grounds of the property with a nameplate and a remembrance – eternal companions in spirit to Ernest Hemingway.
Awful lot of talk about Feeling the Bern this election season. And no doubt that’s a pretty good slogan for a candidate named Bernard. But what about the end of his name? The “nard” if you will? I say it’s time to feel them too.