Half a Hundred…

Around, around the sun we go;

The moon goes round the earth.

We do not die of death —

We die of vertigo.

Archibald MacLeish, “Mother Goose’s Garland.”

So here we are. The Mad Dog and Mad Doc just headed back toward Knoxville, after a visit that included a trip to the Mondoville football game — we’re now 3-0 for football games with a Mad in attendance — and the latter third of a chocolate cake sits upstairs. Gifts included replacements for the Harry Stoner novels by Jonathan Valin that I had lost over the years, some garage rock and a collection of Translator demos and outtakes, and the new novel from Lawrence Block. The Spawn was inspired to get me a nice edition of Howard Pyle’s version of the Morte D’Arthur, but the best part, of course, was the time spent with friends and family.

So it’s a good weekend, and all things considered, it’s been a better fifty years than most of humanity has ever had a right to expect. My Facebook timeline is filling with well wishers, to a point where I feel a bit like George Bailey in the last scenes of It’s a Wonderful Life. “Hee-haw,” everyone. And while I don’t know how many of the next fifty I’m going to get, I’m looking forward to them as well, and I suspect I’ll keep y’all posted on them, whatever develops.

See you soon!

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About profmondo

Dad, husband, mostly free individual, medievalist, writer, and drummer. "Gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche."
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4 Responses to Half a Hundred…

  1. Many happy returns, young fellow. And remember AEH’s words, just to add perspective:

    Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten,* 5* Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. And since to look at things in bloom Fifty springs are little room,* 10* About the woodlands I will go To see the cherry hung with snow.

    Lawrence Block LB’s Bookstore on eBay LB’s Blog and Website LB’s Facebook Fan Page Twitter: @LawrenceBlock

    “A writing career is like having homework your whole life.” – Lawrence Kasdan

  2. profmondo says:

    Thanks, LB — and of course, Housman is one of my favorites as well. If I had a nickel for each time I’ve taught that poem, I would have quite a few nickels.

  3. Withywindle says:

    Happy Birthday!

  4. Samrobb says:

    Happy birthday, sir!

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