Here’s to an American winner:
If Henry Wadsworth Longfellow were alive today, he’d be 201 years old and on his 13th knee replacement. He isn’t, having died in 1882 at 75, young by today’s standards. His bust was placed in Poets’ Corner in Westminster Abbey after his death. It’s the only American bust there.
“Like T. S. Eliot after him, he spoke with authority on the whole of European literature. He wrote six language textbooks, and was fluent in German, French, Italian and Spanish,” said reviewer Jay Parini in 2001. Translator of Dante, Ovid, Virgil, Goethe, and Heine among others, if there had been Nobel prizes, he would have gotten one.
In addition, he had an Oak Park school named after him, posthumously.
There’s more more more . . . .
The seamy side of Mile High:
During the arrest, one of the officers can be heard saying to Eslocker, “You’re lucky I didn’t knock the f..k out of you.”
One can only wonder how this would be covered if those were Republicans hobnobbing with lobbyists.
Another thing: Isn’t Barack supposed to do away with this sort of lobbyist stuff?
Yet another, moving somewhat in another direction: In a society so full of government regulation as ours, why shouldn’t people do what they can to get a fair shake?
In Chicago, Mike Royko used to say, restrictions were multiplied to such an extent that the bar owner could be gotten for something any time the cops or alderman wanted. Mike’s father ran a bar, and he knew from his childhood about this.
Solution? Keep cops and alderman on your side. This is how Dems do it. Not only they, but they do it best.