Stingy Kids: Noted

I'm wiping old files from my computer and trying not to be too sentimental. But I'm struggling with "Notes," a file that I created a few years ago and in which I stored numerous text clippings. Half of them don't open any more. The rest belong to some train of thought that I can no longer reconstruct:

"It has become apparent to me that my son will not be walking out of the river. It is now time to make plans to celebrate a life that was golden." No such memorial details have yet been announced.

but how many roles are out

A small jewel

This lovely little thing is like a perfect shell you find on the beach. It had been advertised as a "modern musical." I tried to think of a musical it owed anything to. No luck. It took a couple of days but then it came to me. It's a reach, and for some of you, a reach too far, but to find the same simple, fragile story, a story touches your heart, you have to go all the way back to City Lights. Amazing. Now I have not only the simple little tune from Once in my head, but it seems to be mixed in with "Who'll buy my violets."

I pray you, recommend me unto my good lady of Salisbury, and pray her to have a good heart, for we never come to the kingdom of Heaven but by troubles.

Daughter, whatsoever you come, take no pain to send unto me, for if I may, I will send to you.

Your loving mother,

Katharine the Queen.

I think I was 8 or 9 when I had a f*cking mad thing for Marilyn Monroe. I used to leave Smarties, the Irish equivalent of M&M's, under my pillow with a little note saying, "I know you're dead, but these are very f*cking tasty, and you should come have a few. I won't tell anyone."

He Fortells His Passing

Lastly, I make this vow, that mine eyes desire you above all things.

Katharine the Quene.

Once you get it, you don't want to be without it again

The fact that "it worked before and doesn't now" of course suggests that "something new has happened" since you upgraded. But the thing that has happened could be any of a vast array of issues,

The Man at the Wheel. The Fisherman was sculpted by Leonard Crask and dedicated in 1923 and states: "They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters: These see the works of the Lord and his wonders in the deep. For he commandeth and raiseth the stormy wind, which lifteth up the waves thereof. They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths: their soul is melted because of trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like drunken men and are at their wits end. Then they cry unto the lord in their trouble, and he bringeth out of their distress. He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves there of are still. Then are they glad because they be {quiet;} so he bringeth unto their desired haven. Oh that man would praise the lord, for his goodness and for his wonderful work to the children of men."

Take a deep breath and persevere - you'll get it working.