TWA from Monday, September 11, 2017 “Nine-Eleven” by Charlotte Parsons. ORIGINAL TEXT and AUDIO - 201 It's the birthday of O. Henry, born William Sidney Porter in Greensboro, North Carolina (1862). His mother died when he was a kid, and he was raised by various relatives and headed off to Texas when he was 15. He worked as a hired hand on a sheep ranch, and he fell in love with a wealthy young woman. They got married and had a daughter. He got a respectable job at a bank, and then as a reporter for the
I lived in Brooklyn, New York during that time. I was sitting at the table, having cornflakes for breakfast and listening to WQXR. The morning host came on to say that there seems to have been an accident, that a plane has collided with one of the Twin Tower buildings. Soon thereafter, he returned to say that it appears that a second plane has collided, that it apparently wasn't an accident. I saw and smelled heavy smoke from what were the buildings for days from our side of the river. Now I live in a small village in Spain. Hearing this wonderful, moving poem reminds me of how it was. It seems at once like yesterday and a lifetime ago. My day is incomplete without TWA. Loved the Mary Oliver yesterday. My week is incomplete without G.K's posts and words.
Biden is in Vietnam, just saying...
Yeah, working on strengthening our international relationships. Was that supposed to be a dig?
DH Lawrence's most famous book is actually Cold Comfort Farm
I lived in Brooklyn, New York during that time. I was sitting at the table, having cornflakes for breakfast and listening to WQXR. The morning host came on to say that there seems to have been an accident, that a plane has collided with one of the Twin Tower buildings. Soon thereafter, he returned to say that it appears that a second plane has collided, that it apparently wasn't an accident. I saw and smelled heavy smoke from what were the buildings for days from our side of the river. Now I live in a small village in Spain. Hearing this wonderful, moving poem reminds me of how it was. It seems at once like yesterday and a lifetime ago. My day is incomplete without TWA. Loved the Mary Oliver yesterday. My week is incomplete without G.K's posts and words.