Although recently published, these posts have been written over many years. They note various thoughts coming to mind as we wander through this once-beautiful world ...

I was nearly sixteen when Marilyn died, August 4th 1962. Bernie Sanders was 21 and would have had more chance of meeting her than me. I have no idea whether he actually did. Of the two of them it's Marilyn I would rather know, although Bernie's rather cool as far as yanks go.

To sit on a park bench with her discussing the news would be some kind of dream.