Bill Russell, who died today at 88 was one of the most distinguished basketball players who ever stepped on a court. Why not 88? Bill Russell led Boston to eight consecutive NBA championships, a streak that will never be broken. He changed the concept of what a big man could accomplish under the basket forever.
Bill’s body language was royal and it continued even into his old age. Others his age were bent over, but not Bill. His was a regal 6’10 carriage. Stooping wasn’t in his “vocabulary.”
Bill, your elegance, your creativity, your competitive drive and your all- consuming love for the game of basketball will never be forgotten. Oh yes, you will be missed.
“You can’t keep the birds of sadness from flying over your head, but you can keep them from nesting in your hair.” Sharon Creech, an American novelist.
Actually I cannot keep our local birds from making nests with my hair. My spouse Kristine cuts my hair in the backyard and we see it later in their nests.
I guess it figures since I have an aquiline nose, was born the year of the rooster and have bird legs. Chirp, caw, cock-a-doodle-doo.
” I had not yet found out about time; I was still under the illusion that I had plenty of time—time for this, time for that, time for everything, time to waste.” Joseph Mitchell, who ran out of time and was a New Yorker contributor, who penned pieces on human life at its fringes.
Those times are moving at warp speed. Even distant plane travel seems past me in a heartbeat. Oh yea, those heartbeats become more important as each “nanoday” passes, when like me you are late in your eighth decade.
There is a captioned picture I have seen twice now on social media that says more than I could enunciate here. But, I am game.
An old woman looks at a young girl. She says what she sees before her will soon be staring from her mirror
Today is precious. Thank God he has blessed us both.
“The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” The great playwright, George Bernard Shaw. Now that was an understatement.
English-speaking attorneys repeat their legalese to be sure there is no one in doubt as to what they have written. Of course, they are dealing with the English language, a language of great complexity, with an enormous variety of sources from every inhabited acre of the planet. Thank heaven I learned it by osmosis when my mind was a sponge, not to be confused with what I have left.
The sun never set on the Brit’s empire. Right? And the Norman invasion did a great job of dousing the language with French.
For complex reasons in the Middle Ages, the sounds of English vowels transitioned from the sounds in Romance languages to a different melody. It was called the Great Vowel Shift. Pretty shifty. Right? Note the “i” in amigo (ee) versus the “i” in mine (eye), etc., etc.
And so, we move on with our illusions, hopefully un-catastrophically. That’s the short “i” in “phic” for the flustered, fazed and befuddled.