“A Roanoke Thanksgiving”

I am thankful for

fine friends, gracious neighbors, and presently forgotten adversaries,

the smell of smoke outside, its rich and deep and ageless burning notes that sound upon the palette,

the hills under all my days, which pluck up my breath,

all the countless “hellos” their slopes will yield,

the mountains’ incandescence in this cooling season,

the colors now igniting their high and wooded perches,

this new home, this Old South,

this ranging, easy vale of firming winds and firm tradition,

its gentle people, and their surprising hearts —

this fair, far Star City.

~ Eric Robert Nolan, Thanksgiving 2019

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“Thanksgiving Greetings” postcard, early 20th Century

1900-1909.

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Throwback Thursday: The “WKRP in Cincinnati” Turkey Drop Scene (1978)!!

Happy Thanksgiving to one and all!

I’m not sure if the below scene from “WKRP in Cincinnati” (1978-1982) is overexposed; it annually pops up a lot before Thanksgiving.  (I’ve shared it on Facebook at least once, I’m sure of it.)  It is, of course, the famous “turkey drop” scene from the Thanksgiving episode of the show’s first year.  (WKRP would have been on the air only two months when this episode first aired.)  The title of the episode was “Turkeys Away,” and it’s still quite well remembered by people interested in television pop culture.

The scene is really funny — people went nuts for it back in the day.  I still remember my parents and older siblings truly cracking up over over it.  And it really is all tied together by Gordon Jump’s perfect delivery of its feckless final line.

Hey … there’s actually another bit of WKRP trivia that’s been making the rounds lately on social media.  It turns out that the lyrics for its closing theme, which many people my age remember quite well, are actually nothing but gibberish.  Seriously, check it out.

 

“A Manor House in Autumn,” John Atkinson Grimshaw, 1881

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“We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds.”

“We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe.”

—  Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

 

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Haikuniverse features “Watermelon Haiku!”

I’m honored today to see that Haikuniverse has published my “Watermelon Haiku.” Thanks, Haikuniverse! 🙂

By the way, the diet is totally working, somewhat … I lost nine pounds in under six weeks.

 

 

“At The Park Gate,” John Atkinson Grimshaw, 1878

Oil on canvas.

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“To use youth as scapegoats for the sins of their elders.”

“The most tragic error into which older people can fall is one that is common among educators and politicians. It is to use youth as scapegoats for the sins of their elders.”

― Shirley Chisholm, Unbought and Unbossed, 1970

 

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“Pieta,” Franz von Stuck, 1891

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“All the million miles of deserts and of griefs beneath the moon.”

Nevertheless the sun hides not Virginia’s Dismal Swamp, nor Rome’s accursed Campagna, nor wide Sahara, nor all the million miles of deserts and of griefs beneath the moon. The sun hides not the ocean, which is the dark side of this earth, and which is two thirds of this earth. So, therefore, that mortal man who hath more of joy than sorrow in him, that mortal man cannot be true — not true, or undeveloped.

from Herman Melville’s Moby-Dick, 1851

 

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