When my younger brother was born I was in Junior High School. That made me thirteen years old, or, to put it another way, thirteen years older than my brother. This is interesting to me because I calculate that my father was probably seventeen years old when I was born … maybe eighteen. So, if I was the older brother, should I have thought of my father as being more of an older brother to me than as a wise and experienced father?
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Continue reading “Follow the Thread of Glittering Jewels”Centuries later, when the Mycenaean age was almost forgotten and the power of Athens was rising, the bones of Theseus were discovered on the island of Skyros and transported to Athens for reburial. His mistakes and failings were forgotten or forgiven and the Athenians recognized that he was the dead hero they needed in order to compete with Argos and Tiryns, Mycenae and Corinth.
Down the Streets the Dogs Are Barkin’
The last few weeks I have been occasionally musing about my early introduction to events and experiences such as the Army-McCarthy hearings, the American Civil Liberties Union, the John Birch Society, the Levering Act, hiding under the desk at school, and the Creature From the Black Lagoon.
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