Yesterday I obtained an ISBN for my book "Pater Noster in Condoland Vol. III". So now it's an official publication to be listed in the Congressional Record, or wherever, and also on Amazon, etc. for sale if anyone out there wants to buy a book of blogs. It's a book that's dedicated to my four children, but I believe I already sent them copies. It wasn't so hard to get that ISBN and it didn't cost me a dime. It didn't cost me a dime to get the book published either...it only cost me to buy the book, but even I don't have to buy it if I don't want to. It, of course, can be located at the right hand column of this blog by clicking on the "My Lulu Store". I'm working now on Vol. IV of Pater Noster, and it will be dedicated to a feature and voluble commentator on these blogs, Mr. Phil Bergovoy, teacher, coach, and friend, extra-ordinaire. However, I have to be very careful about what I write on these blogs, so I don't upset his political equilibrium. For example, when I write in the blog to be "liberal with the chocolate icing on the cake," Phil gets a hissy fit and reminds me how the Democratic governors of the State of Illinois have been put in jail, although I fail to see the connection between "liberal" doses of chocolate and criminal governors. But Phil is so bright that he reads between the lines and sees stuff that the rest of us are unaware of. Incidentally, did I mention that this blog "Liberality" was published in the Florida Sun-Sentinel on Saturday, Dec.13? Yeah, think I did yesterday.
As a result of this insignificant accomplishment, son Joel suggested in an e-mail (tongue in cheek) that I write away and offer to be a columnist for the paper. Phil suggested that I was a combination of J.L Mencken, Jimmy Cannon, and Damon Runyan. I feel more like Charlie Chaplin, Harpo Marx, and the Mills Brothers. However, whenever my feathers are blown thither and hither I think of the poem, "Invictus" by William Henley.
INVICTUS
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstances
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the honour of the shade,
And yet the menaces of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishment the
Scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Don't you just love it?
3 comments:
in 2 days the baron and RH+ leave on their 10 day cruise. I know the baron will be master of the ship in no time flat. so i wish the baron and his queen "fair winds and following seas " on their voyage.
My suggestion that you offer to write a column for the local paper was not tongue-in-cheek; I seriously think you should do it, and that the paper would seriously consider it. An 80+-year-old literate thinker is perfect reading material for the area's premier customer demographic -- senior readers with bagel-and-lox in cheek.
yes -- love it.
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