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Photograph by Bob Gentry 8/5/99

A Thought for Today

When we are at home we are usually in a better place.

 

A year ago this week some of the topics I explored in the Flight Plan included a meditation on what it was like coming of age in Oakland, just an A Train away from the city of my imagination, San Francisco. I called the piece "Summer Dreams in San Francisco."

I wrote about an Encounter with William Carlos Williams a few years later when I was an Army trainee (that story is the feature of Sunday's "Some of the Best.") I did a column on the 'drip, drip, drip' of leaks from Kenneth Starr's White House investigation and an ode to the last day of summer - which arrives this year on Wednesday - and I mentioned being pleased with the re-mastering of "Beatsville for CD.

Time is running much faster than ever this year and my usual complaint about there never being enough of it to get everything done is magnified. One thing I do want to acknowledge before it gets any later is Ken's weekly "This One Does It For Me" feature in which he runs letters on songs and poetry of mine that have found favor with various individuals. I'm in constant surprise at the wide range of choices and the reasons for them. Some even bring back memories of work forgotten. To those of you who have written many thanks and a special nod to Ken for continuing to come up with ideas like this one.

                                - RM 9/15/99 previously unpublished.

notable birthdays Jean Arp o Lauren Bacall o Ed Begley, Jr. o Gwen Bristow o Charlie Byrd o Rosemary Casals o George Chakiris o Matt Chanoff o David Copperfield o Peter Falk o Anne Francis o Allen Funt o Piero Gamba o Linda Kaye Henning o Kenny Jones o B.B. King o John Knowles o Harrison Francis Parkman o Mickey Rourke o Ben Shields o Jennifer Tilly
Rod's random thoughts Comparison is no measure of value.

A cat's interest in something disagreeable to him comes and goes as quickly as the blinking eye of eagles.

No stars, no sages and no sayings change us. We are altered by the alternatives we stumble on.

SUMMER EVENING

Thunder some where.
Like drummers striking the sky.
It'll rain all right
         but I'm prepared.

I've closed the windows,
taken the furniture off the porch,
the dog's inside now.

And outside ? You're outside.

Outside my life somewhere
running naked through somebody else's July
too dumb to come in from the rain.

Who takes care of you now?
Who wakes you up?
Who loves you to sleep?
Who cares as much as I cared for you?

I'll tell you something,
no one cares for me the way you did.

Summer evenings are different now.
Being without you is like getting ripped alone
                nothing or everything... I'm never sure.

                                - from the album "Summer", 1975

©   1963, 1975, 1988, 1999 by Stanyan Music Group & Rod McKuen. All Rights Reserved
Birthday research by Wade Alexander o Poetry from the collection of Jay Hagan
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