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  • Bursting in air

  • Levi, the Legend

    What happens when you combine Levi Stubbs, The Four Tops, Holland/Dozier/Holland and the Motown Sound? You get this hands-down 2 minute and 40 second classic, which was No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 59 years ago this week.

    And, actually, I just looked it up, No. 1 two nonconsecutive weeks in a three-week period. How great a song do you have to be to reach No. 1, decline, and then coming roaring back?

    Levi, the legend. That voice.

    It’s hard to pick favorite Motown songs because so many of them still smoke, all these years later. You don’t think a song titled “Sugar Pie Honey Bunch” would have this much going for it, but it’s anything but inconsequential lyrically.

    And that bridge. Wow.

    I wish I could write as punchy and as sharp as this song, all the time.

  • Such a long way to go

    How did I miss this in the ’80s?

  • Saving Cymraeg

    While I don’t speak Welsh every day anymore, Wales and the Welsh language still hit me in the heart. And this is an important video by Tudor Owen, a Welsh-language comedian and radio host. But he’s not being funny here and that’s what makes it all the more powerful. It’s a few minutes worth watching, if only for the beauty of Wales shining through.

    There’s been a steady destruction of the Welsh language and culture over the last 100 years or so (let’s be honest, it goes back centuries longer than that). I joined the defense when I began to learn the language, as I did, in Welsh-language schools out of Merthyr Tydfil, Caerdydd, Abertawe and Sir Penfro. You know, like, America’s favorite, Wrecsam.

    Yes, Welsh can be a difficult language. My primary tutor told me, no exaggeration, that Welsh is the language of heaven and I believe it. I’ve understood thoughts and feelings in the language that I can’t convey in English. And even years of French, and living in a bilingual French/English community, never gave me the same kind of immersion.

    Cymraeg is beautiful, yes, but it’s also an ancient language full of mystery and wonder. Even in its place names possess distinctiveness.

    “So it’s not just a name, it’s a story,” Owen said. He’s right.

  • The long arm of Titanic

    Here’s the link:

    https://www.bbc.com/culture/article/20240412-in-history-the-man-who-survived-the-titanic-sinking

    It’s hard to imagine more than be said about the Titanic but here’s the witness of Frank Prentice, one of the few surviving crew members of the Titanic, of this night in 1912 from 67 years later:

    “I shall probably dream about it tonight; have another nightmare. You’d think I’m too old for that, but you’d be amazed. You lie in bed at night and the whole thing comes round again.”

  • Why I’m not going to chase a fourth eclipse

    Photo by Drew Rae on Pexels.com

    I am three and done. Monday afternoon was the third solar eclipse of my life: The first was in May 1994, 30 years ago next month, when I was under a partial eclipse in the early afternoon in Bridgeport, Connecticut. I always wanted to see a full solar eclipse, and I finally got my chance in August 2017 when I drove about eight hours for 55 seconds of totality in Bowling Green, Kentucky.

    It was everything I thought it would be and more. Immediately, I knew I had to see another one and it felt like 2024 would be a long, long time to wait. And it was, but there was a benefit to the Great American Eclipse of 2024: I only had to drive two hours from where I live now to see 3 minutes and 24 seconds of totality.

    It was, once again, awesome. It was a different feeling, to be sure. I had already seen totality, felt and seen the sun ebb, watched the shadows fall and then darkness erupt around me. It was vivid, if less than a minute, in 2017. I had three times as much totality Monday and yet it felt short, somewhat rushed. I’m glad I went and it was an experience I’ll never forget. But I don’t have the same feeling as I did seven years ago. It’s hard to explain. I was happy I saw it, felt privileged to be alive in this moment, and wished a little bit I had been able to see it not in a neighboring state I care little about but in a place that meant something to me.

    That’s because the final moments of the eclipse in 2024 actually fell in a place that means a lot to me, where I used to live and where I still have strong memories. I actually thought about going back to see it there, but decided against it. Why go so far when it’s already so close to where I live?

    Reading the Facebook forums about the eclipse, many can’t wait to see another one. They’re making plans to go to one or the other of the next ones, in Spain and Egypt. But as much as I loved the experience and can say I have seen three eclipses, I don’t have any desire to see another one. And the next one in my hometown in Connecticut is in the latter part of this century, and I’m not going to live that long to see it.

    I’m fortunate. Three eclipses are three more than most people get. Other than my father, who went with me in 2017, I don’t know of anyone in my immediate family to ever see one. I’m sure that my great-grandparents could have seen the 1925 one, which was where they lived in Scranton, Pennsylvania, and Boston, Massachusetts. It cut a path from Scranton, Pennsylvania, through the Hudson Valley of New York through Connecticut, that corresponds to more than two-thirds of my life and four generations

    I’m sure my grandparents and my mother never got to see one.

    But that’s it. And that’s more than four minutes of totality, two separate times where I got to see the sun rise and set twice in one day, actually within the space of several hours. I got to share both totalities with special people in my life. I saw God’s handiwork and it was, like all things, Good.

    Yet I don’t desire to see another one.I have the memories. That’s enough.

  • Full totality, but not the typical shot

    No photo of totality with my iPhone, but I had a minute or two to snap the first of two sundowns that day..

    Unlike last time around in 2017, I didn’t get a photo of totality. I figured I would just enjoy the experience, just like Bill Nye suggested.

    And you know what, I’m not in the least bit upset. It was an awesome experience, even without the photographs that so many others got. And it’s one I’ll never forget.

    I did bring my dSLR and, of course, my iPhone. But I quickly realized I didn’t want to spend the time fiddling with the Nikon and the quick swipe at totality with the iPhone didn’t work. And it was cool. I spent almost the entire 55 seconds in 2017 taking photos and didn’t get a chance to really enjoy it.

    This time around, I had more than 3 minutes. I could breathe a little easier not being worried about whether the technology was going to work and just experience totality, well, totally.

    And, along the edges, some of the other cool sights.

  • A little bit early for totality ..

    A little bit early of course but the skies in western Ohio are just about perfect, high cirrus and contrails. I feel like that’s as good as it’s going to get. And unlike my former stomping grounds of Aroostook County, Maine, it’s 70 degrees and no snow anywhere.

    That being said, kudos to northern Maine. You won the eclipse jackpot, and I am so happy for you.

  • Weathering the eclipse

    I haven’t looked at weather maps this hard since two trips ago to the UK OR the last total eclipse of the sun, when I changed my plans at the last minute and went to Kentucky instead of South Carolina.

    This time around, I’m hoping to go two hours’ north or northwest to either northwest Pa., or maybe Ohio south of Cleveland. That way the traffic won’t be as much trouble. But … a big factor will be cloud cover. I’m also open to western New York although I really don’t want to drive that far.

    Certainly a first-world problem.

  • Torment into beauty

    For my money, one of the most touching scenes in all of “Doctor Who,” with Bill Nighy walking on with brilliance to honor Vincent Van Gogh: “He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world … No one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again.”

    Happy birthday, Vincent Van Gogh.

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Journalist and writer. Loves writing, storytelling, books, typewriters. Always trying to find my line. Oh, and here’s where I am now.

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