Gershwin and Foghorn Leghorn

“No sound, once made, is ever truly lost. In electric clouds, all are safely trapped, and with a touch, if we find them, we can recapture those echoes of sad, forgotten wars, long summers, and sweet autumns.”  ~ Ray Bradbury

“She noted, more than once, that the meteor shower was happening, beyond the overcast sky, even if we could not see it. Who cares if she can kiss? She can see through the clouds.”  ~ John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

“The sky, drunk with spring and giddy with its fumes, thickened with clouds. Low clouds, drooping at the edges like felt sailed over the woods and rain leapt from them, warm, smelling of soil and sweat, and washing the last of the black armor-plating of ice from the earth.”  ~ Boris Pasternak

Only a few minutes to spare here. This time it wasn’t confounding grunts and huffles from the preznit (a term taken from Firesign Theater’s “We’re All Bozos on the Bus”). Hey what do ya call it when the preznit says something witty? Preznit wit. Doh! At the moment I am listening to Rhapsody in Blue, by George Gershwin, on Youtube, clipped from Fantasia 2000. It just happened; I was shopping on Amazon then suddenly I was watching cartoons on Youtube; that’s why I started writing late, having dawdled.. The modern data driven world is friggin weird! It was, however, a joy to see Foghorn Leghorn again. I didn’t quite get to Bullwinkle but there’s always after work. Speaking of which, I really gotta go. Bueno bye.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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