The bears are all hibernating. Santa has come, but my wife and I have been up, had breakfast, showered and read the paper. We're waiting for the beasts to stir. The world is a calm and happy place for us this year. The sun is out. Got Twain (the Twain, Vol 1) last night, Ole Sam is trying to make money for Grant, who's family is broke and Grant is dying of throat cancer, by publishing his memoirs. Also took this young sculptor over to do this bust with the family all around him telling him what to fix. The sculptor, Gerhardt, needed money too. He was young and struggling. There was a review of the Twain book by Garrison Kellor, who thought it was too long and too boring. But for a historian of the period, its great stuff. These were noble people along side some of the worst scoundrels in U.S. history. All the narrow mindedness of the time prevails against the few that were generous and loving and caring. The poor were in a very bad way.
I've started learning this song: It's Stephen Foster
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