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Friday, December 3, 2010
Who's Reading This Blog?
Mystery Lady of Plattsburgh
During the November book festival I was invited to perform poetry in
Plattsburgh, travel expenses paid and a fee, but I hate driving, and Ralph
Hunkins, my favorite undergraduate professor no longer lives there. To see him,
it might have been worth the trip and then performing poetry all day for a
school district. My wife, Marilyn, said that I should have agreed to do it,
even without me since she has back trouble. When the teacher or administrator whispered in
my ear while selling books at the festival table, I didn’t realize that she had
seen my show in the Brighton Room. I am almost positive that she is the lady
closest to the viewer in the next photo. (This was a very serious moment when I
was reading about my car accident in Chicken Soup. We had serious moments and
humorous moments during my poetry show.)
Who knows, the Mystery Lady may contact me again. I hope so! I really enjoyed entertaining the group. Next time opportunity knocks again for travel, I will answer the door. I’ve learned my lesson. My family thought I was nuts to say no. Like I said: I’ve learned my lesson.
A Good Thanksgiving Poem
I Am Thankful
By Matthew
Joseph Feyh
I am thankful for a place to stay.
I am thankful for warmth every night.
I am thankful for friends that care.
I am thankful for food to spare.
I am thankful for grandparents that love.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
2010 Rochester Children's Book Festival
The 2010
Children’s Book Festival was a huge success, thanks to the organizers,
volunteers, authors, illustrators, and the tremendous turnout—due to the cold, wet weather on Saturday. Children and adults were more than willing to
meet authors and illustrators, get books signed by their favorite authors, and attend
readings and workshops. It was priceless time spend inside.
Here's a more distant view of the screen on the far wall from the table I sat at...
Powerful Words Endure
These words are from Rick Frishman, best selling author, publisher,
and speaker. I thought they were food for thought…
This was an interesting week. Ted Sorensen passed away this
week. He was John F. Kennedy's good friend and speech writer. He wrote the
words ""Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do
for your country." Sorensen played a critical role in drafting Kennedy's
correspondence with Nikita Khrushchev
when the country almost went to war with Russia. Words can change the world.
"Powerful men die. Powerful words endure for the ages"
"Powerful men die. Powerful words endure for the ages"
Reprinted from "Rick Frishman's Sunday Tips"
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Friday, November 5, 2010
2010 Rochester Children's Book Festival
Tomorrow on Saturday, I will be at..
the Rochester Children's Book Festival, along with 40 other authors and illustrators.
We will be reading, conducting workshops, and signing autographs from:
10 am - 4 pm
All events are free!!!
Monroe Community College
Brighton Campus
1000 East Henrietta Road
We will be reading, conducting workshops, and signing autographs from:
10 am - 4 pm
All events are free!!!
Monroe Community College
Brighton Campus
1000 East Henrietta Road
I hope that you drop by!
Monday, November 1, 2010
The Best of the Internet: Heaven or Hell?
While walking down the street one day a Corrupt Senator was
tragically hit
by a car and died. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there
is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so
we're not sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," says the Senator.
"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from the higher ups. What we'll do is
have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where
to spend eternity."
"Really? I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the Senator.
"I'm sorry, but we have our rules."
And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down to hell.
The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In
the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends
and other politicians who had worked with him.
Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people. They played a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and the finest champagne. Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who is having a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are all having such a good time that before the Senator realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises.
The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens in heaven where St. Peter
is waiting for him, "Now it's time to visit heaven..."
So, 24 hours passed with the Senator joining a group of contented souls
moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good
time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter
returns.
"Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose
your eternity." The Senator reflects for a minute, then he answers:
"Well, I would neverhave said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful,
but I think I would be better off in hell."
St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down to hell. Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above. Then the devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulders.
"I don't understand," stammers the Senator. "Yesterday I was here and there
was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank
champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland
full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?"
The devil smiles at him and says,"Yesterday we were campaigning, Today, you voted."
Vote wisely on November 2.
by a car and died. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there
is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so
we're not sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," says the Senator.
"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from the higher ups. What we'll do is
have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where
to spend eternity."
"Really? I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the Senator.
"I'm sorry, but we have our rules."
And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down to hell.
The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In
the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends
and other politicians who had worked with him.
Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people. They played a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and the finest champagne. Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who is having a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are all having such a good time that before the Senator realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises.
The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens in heaven where St. Peter
is waiting for him, "Now it's time to visit heaven..."
So, 24 hours passed with the Senator joining a group of contented souls
moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good
time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter
returns.
"Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose
your eternity." The Senator reflects for a minute, then he answers:
"Well, I would neverhave said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful,
but I think I would be better off in hell."
St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down to hell. Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above. Then the devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulders.
"I don't understand," stammers the Senator. "Yesterday I was here and there
was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank
champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland
full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?"
The devil smiles at him and says,"Yesterday we were campaigning, Today, you voted."
Vote wisely on November 2.
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