jerry@jerryobrien.net
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Recent Posts
- Celebrating the Life of Jerry (Edward Gerald O’Brien)
- Knusper, knusper, Knäuschen. Wer knuspert mir am Häuschen?
- Remembering Marion Simon
- “Something and everything”: Higgins’s Trade
- The beauty of the vernacular landscape: robots, Shepard Fairey, and a piece of wood
- Bob Dylan was right about pie crust
- “… in every holt and heeth / The tendre croppes….”
- The Legacy
- Finding stillness at 95 mph
- Rebirth in Death
- The Poet of Ulvik
- Thank You for Your Patience (a play in one act)
- Last train to Katchor City
- The delicious Vaccinium corymbosum
- “Accept a bardie’s gratfu’ thanks”
- Late-breaking news from the Turkish Embassy in Washington, D.C.
- Turkish-style braised eggplant: success
- Tree guys
- “The first breath of autumn….”
- Approaching, we grew apprehensive
- Trust the Artist
- Alas, poor Glyptemys insculpta
- Troglodytes aedon redux
I am assuming you are the eloquent writer to the Letters Section of the New York Times Sunday last.
I just wished you to know that I had the same reaction–spontaneous as I read the caption. And thanks to you, others will know that while “All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players” . . . but it wouldn’t hurt to give a little credit to those who walk that stage as they pass . . .
Marc Gilbert, screenwriter, co-prod., Lost Warriors: Vietnam Combat Veterans among the Homeless, 1997.
Humm . . . I guess I have a soft spot for the unrecognized!