We stood on the spot where the cemetery used to be. “He didn’t want to live next to a cemetery, so he had all the people dug up and moved.” Our tour guide read from a stapled stack of pages, researched by another Kansas City historian. Our tour was “Wicked Westport,” and it was, as […]
Read More Westport, Kansas City’s Wildest WestIt’s clear to us that Lincoln will die He wears the sheen of a much-rubbed lamp It’s clear he never wore his hair grey (“After life’s fitful fever he sleeps well: /Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison,/Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, /Can touch him further.”) “he looked ashen” the biography is always […]
Read More He Sleeps WellI watch many videos about British history. I like one about Charles VI of France. Riding into battle, someone dropped a spear, which hit a shield, and he PTSD’ed into killing four of his own guys before he could be restrained. Takes guts to restrain a king. Like Martin Luther going to to toe with […]
Read More Charles the belovedEvery viewer’s glee at Godzilla’s swipe The Fight Club credit card towers, Hold hands and swing the bridge Whomever you caught Sift their contents until powdered Build it up with silver and gold Silver and gold Silver and gold Soup cans for needy barrels, Glass candlesticks at the Goodwill, Cerebral fluid leak, see Dr. Google […]
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