May 30, 2010
The man who went looking for America and couldn’t find it anywhere.
Pictorial obit here.
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- Joel Bernstein: The father responds
- Carole Corlew: Kathy, it’s in the blood! I have old windows in the garage that I use for that, too. And I...
- Kathy: Carole, you are so so like my father. He built his own mini greenhouse to start his seedlings using the frame...
- Michael Smith: Also, did you guys all know racquetball is fun? Even if you don’t know what you’re doing.
- Michael Smith: Cats don’t count.
- Carole Corlew: I also think about a principal’s message to parents here asking for donations of any used...
- Carole Corlew: Thank you! You know me, I have an agenda. I’m a garden-pusher. Erica, kale will grow very nicely...
- Rick Neece: Oh, and for the conflagation of CRV and Taurus? Well-played, I think.
- Rick Neece: We now have a hillbilly Town Car, eight years old. And a Saab, twelve years old. I’ll take the Saab...
- Rick Neece: Even at the time, that might have been a little harsh. I’ve driven a Jeep. It was a pretty nice...
- Rick Neece: Marco A few years back, Danny and I visited our friends Stephen and Jim on Michiana Shores. We drove our...
- Erica Braverman: Thank you, Carole. I’ve been trying to figure out how I’m going to start a small batch...
- Rick Neece: Me, too.
- Marco: Honda CRV been sleazin’ around with that hillbilly Ford Taurus.
- Deron Bauman: I’ve appreciated both your posts today. Beautiful.
Oh, that still of Hopper as Ripley in Wender’s The American Friend.
Oh, fuck.
Such sad eyes.
Indeed. A terrible sadness, which I suspect lay at the core of all the anger and ugliness and meanness he inflicted, as well as the brilliant flashes of transcendent art.
Best Summation Thus Far (from George Pitcher in the Telegraph): “We may mourn his passing, but let’s not mourn the so-called counterculture that is dying with his generation, because it was a cheap con-trick perpetrated on us in the Sixties largely by spivs and hucksters.”