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I see golden confetti raining down / New Jersey / Nov. 2008
Perhaps it's only falling leaves,
raining down outside my window.
But I see golden confetti.
Flying and falling down to earth.
Is this a byproduct of being a blogger?
Too much time spent scanning, searching, seeking
on a flat, but lively screen
and thereby failing to be “ocularly prudent”* ?
Or just a desire to believe that
the earth is celebrating?
* from a story in the NYTimes by Penelope Green where she writes of “...spending more time online than is perhaps ocularly prudent...”
"...because of what we did on this day, in this election, at this defining moment, change has come to America" / Nov. 4 2008
Mitza called to tell me that today would be Barba's 100th birthday. This isn't a picture of him, but is an image that looks like him that I've had for years — it captures his spirit and sweet smile. He was my great-Uncle and Jelisava's youngest son (in the local Croatian dialect, "Barba" means "uncle" and is also a term used to address older seafaring men). Born in Camden, he worked on ships and told wonderful stories. One of my earliest memories is of Barba taking my older brother and me to the park near his house in Philadelphia. His love and affection for me is one of the little miracles in my life. / Remembering Camden NJ in 1908