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I came upon Bolivar, one long morning,
in Madrid, at the entrance to the Fifth Regiment.
Father, I said to him, are you, or are you not, or who are you?
And, looking at the Mountain Barracks, he said:
"I awake every hundred years when the people awake."

When I first read these lines by Pablo Neruda in the late 1970s, they struck deep. I instantly agreed with Bolivar’s ghost:  “I awake every hundred years when the people awake.”

Neruda wasn’t being snarky. He was a true man of the people. He was just exasperated with them for not fomenting rebellions as frequently as they should.  Continue reading “Our Seniors are Revolting”

And more talk about sex.

Frankly, I expect more.

I live in Sun City Center, a large retirement community in Tampa Bay, Florida. Granted, we’re in a conservative region, primarily Republican voters. But technically, it is at the outer edge of the Bible Belt, whose feathered border is considered “somewhere near Orlando.” Progressive ideas would be more welcome here. Or so I thought.

Continue reading “More Nudity, Not Less”