[NOTE: This is a repeat of a previous post.] Yes, indeed, I am that old—old enough to just barely remember when Veterans Day was called Armistice Day. The change in names occurred in 1954, when I was very small, in … Continue reading →

He reminds me of Saul Bellow, born about a hundred years later:

I can assure you that about halfway to two-thirds of the way into this dance one’s legs turn to lead. It’s too gimmicky and Rockette-ish for my taste, but it’s usually a big crowd-pleaser:

I don’t like this sort of music at all, although I’m aware it takes enormous skill. But this is an absolutely astounding human story, and I hope to watch the documentary Beato talks about here: RIP.